"You haven't got any finger!" "_I_ mum map," said Verman, with egregious pride.
"HE done 'at," interpreted Herman, chuckling.

"Yessuh; done chop 'er spang off, long 'go.

He's a playin' wif a ax an' I lay my finguh on de do'-sill an' I say, 'Verman, chop 'er off!' So Verman he chop 'er right spang off up to de roots! Yessuh." "What FOR ?" "Jes' fo' nothin'." "He hoe me hoo," remarked Verman.
"Yessuh, I tole him to," said Herman, "an' he chop 'er off, an' ey ain't airy oth' one evuh grown on wheres de ole one use to grow.

Nosuh!" "But what'd you tell him to do it for ?" "Nothin'.

I 'es' said it 'at way--an' he jes' chop er off!" Both brothers looked pleased and proud.