The night side of me felt like sudden fever aggravated by applications of breaths from the orthodox bit of brimstone, and even my off side was perspirating some.
"Thus situated before that young female lady, I was baked but joyous, and I set right in to sell her a 'Wage of Sin.' "'Ma genully buys books when we buy any, but we never do,' she says.
"'Your ma in now ?' I asks, respectful, but in a way to show that her eyes and hair wasn't being wasted on no desert hermit.
"'Yes, she's in,' she says.

'Looks like it's guna rain.' "'Its some few warm,' I says, shifting my most cooked side a little.
'Can I converse with your ma ?' "'Only in spirit,' she says.

'Otherwise she's engaged.' "'Dead ?' I asks, her words seeming to imply her ma's having departed hence.
"'Oh, no,' she says, smiling.

'She's in the front room, talking.

She has a very previous engagement with a gent, and can't break away.' "'You'll do just as well,' I says, 'if not better.