Dere's yer sister.

Lookut her! Lookut her!" She screamed in scoffing laughter.
The girl stood in the middle of the room.

She edged about as if unable to find a place on the floor to put her feet.
"Ha, ha, ha," bellowed the mother.

"Dere she stands! Ain' she purty?
Lookut her! Ain' she sweet, deh beast?
Lookut her! Ha, ha, lookut her!" She lurched forward and put her red and seamed hands upon her daughter's face.

She bent down and peered keenly up into the eyes of the girl.
"Oh, she's jes' dessame as she ever was, ain' she?
She's her mudder's purty darlin' yit, ain' she?
Lookut her, Jimmie! Come here, fer Gawd's sake, and lookut her." The loud, tremendous sneering of the mother brought the denizens of the Rum Alley tenement to their doors.