"Anything else, Mis' Sykes?" he says.
"I wonder," says Mis' Sykes, "if Killy can't take that basket of cotton pieces down to old Mis' Herman, for her woolen rugs?"
We all thought he could, and some of the girls went to work to find the basket for him.
"Killy," I says, "I hear you can speak a nice Greek piece."
He didn't say anything. He hardly ever did say anything.
"Can you?" I pressed him, because somebody had been telling me that he could speak a piece his Greek grandfather had taught him.
"Yes'm," he says.
"Will you?" I took it further.
"No'm," he says, in exactly the same tone.