"Well! Well! Well! Is Aunty Griffith here?"
"Yes; aunty lives next to us."
"I knew she would be here. God bless her heart! She had two big lazy, drunken louts of boys that didn't care for her, and the church supported her for sixteen years to my knowledge and they put her in the home for old people. Hello, yonder she comes. How are you, Aunty?"
She will say, "How are you, William?"
"I'm first rate."
"Mon, ye look natural just the same."
"Yes."
"And when did ye leave Chicago, Wally?"
"Last night, Aunty."
"I'm awfully glad to see you, and, Wally, I live right next door to you, mon."