Go at 'ome." "Wad you goin' mague ?" she asked.
"Nottin'.

But go at 'ome.

Kip quite; don' put you'se'f sig.

I goin' see Ursin.

We trah to figs dat law fo' you." "You kin figs dad!" she cried, with a gleam of joy.
"We goin' to try, Madame Delphine.