“How much do you think you ought to have per month?”
“Dunno.” And the stupid stare was broken by a puzzled expression, as if this seemed a very hard and a very serious question.
“Do you know how to raise cotton?”
“Ya-a-a-s, sah, I kin make cotton well’s any man.”
“How much can you make to the acre, on your place?”
“Dunno.”
“How much did you make altogether this year?”
“’Bout bay an’ half, dis yeah; but we’s done hab ’bout eight bays over from las’ yeah.”
“What do you think of Andie Johnson?” interjected an amused auditor of the conversation.
“Who him?”