Say, dey makes it deir ownselves. Naw, I aint stringin ye. Its right. How? Listen: Miss Fannie, she sent fer me, an she was writin, she was, in a little book, an when she writ a page she teared it out an pinned it on a bill.
Well, I taut Id get a roast when Id try ter pass off dose tings she writ out fer boodle. See? Wot do ye tink? Why, every one er dose mugsdere was a candy store, an dere was a flower store, an dere was a store where dey sells womins hats, an holy gee! dere was all kind er storesall dose mugs, Im tellin ye, dey just takes off deir hats when I shoved de boodle Miss Fannie made at em. Dats right. Dat boodle was as good as nickels. Sure!
Well, I was clean paralized, an when I gits home an was goin ter Miss Fannie wid de bills I meets a mug in de hall dey calls de walley. Say, all dat mug does fer is wages is ter take care of is Whiskerss whiskers. Sure! E is is Whiskerss walley. When is Whiskers wants a clean shirt, dat walley gits it for im, and tings like dat.
Say, I was kinder layin fer dat dude, anyhow, cause e is allers roastin me. So when e says dat, I gives im a jolt in de jaw. See? Say, e squared isself in pretty good shape, an I taut I had a good scrap on me hands, when in comes Miss Fannies maid.
But, holy gee! Ye otter seed de Duchess. She was as cool an smooth as ever ye seed anybody in yer life. I taut shed be paralized, butsay, womin is queer folks, anyhow, an ye never know wot tell deyll do till dey do it. Sure!
Miss Fannie, she begun talkin dat forn langwudge ter de Duchess, but de Duchess she humped er shoulders an she humped er eyebrows an looked as surprised as if shed put on her shoe wid a mouse in it.
Miss Fannie, she was dead on, too, fer she got redder, an looked just like a actress on top er de stage, sure. She told de Duchess ter talk dat forn langwudge, I guess, fer dey jawed away like a amblance gong, an I was near crazy, fer I taut I was gettin de gran roast an I couldnt understan deir talk, see?
Say, dere was where I was a farmer, a dead farmer. Stid er chippin in wid a song an dance bout somethin or nodder, I was so stuck on me langwudge dat I said dose words de Duchess spoke, wot I was tellin ye of: Vat on, an Lace moy, an Finney say.
Well, when I said dem four words Miss Fannie she bit her lips, an twisted her mouth like shed die if she didnt laugh. But de Duchess, she gives me one look like shed like ter do me, an chased erself outter de hall. An me stuck on er, too!