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36 Well, what of it?

[Coming toward him.] Cunnel, yo' ain' had scarcely no food all day, an* dad fetch me, dinnah's been waitin' these fo' hours.

Has it? Well, bring it in here.

Rh

Hi! Yo' don' eat at all then, sah. Yo' jes' looks at it an' goes on wo'kin'.

[Making correction on bill.] I'm engaged on a difficult task. Uncle.

Yo' shore mus' be, Marse Ham'ton.

Trying to make bricks without straw.

Bricksl That cut'ny do seem a mighty pore sub-astute fer dinnah, Marse Cunnel.

I'm still out, Zekiel.