"Where'd you get money for two sassers?
I gave you thirty cents when you started for that festival.

It cost you fifteen to get inside the gate, and Matildy Dean told me the church folks was cal'latin' to charge fifteen for a helpin' of berries and cream.

And you had two sassers, you say.

Who paid for the second one ?" Her husband swallowed half a cup of coffee before replying.

Then his reply had nothing to do with the question.
"I don't know how 'twas," he went on.