"Yoh lov' him, maybe?
That's what I ask." "Wagalexa Conka my brother, my father, my friend," she replied calmly, and let him interpret it as he would.
"He treats yoh like a dog.

He crazee 'bout that Jean.

He gives her all smiles, all what yoh call foreground stuff.

I know--I got eyes.

Me, it makes me mad for see how he treat yoh--and yoh so trying hard always to Please.