duh Creeper fo' close an' women, nobody a-tall.
Anatole exposed his pearls. Bottle et, he suggested.
Come in an' see me, Pettijohn invited. Mah Winter Palace is open winter an' summer.
Completely at his ease again, the Creeper strutted on, swinging his cane, expanding his chest, and humming to himself:
An' when he smiles he throws dem lights on me.
Howdy, 'Toly!
As Anatole looked into the unwelcome eyes of a high yellow boy whose suit was shiny and whose boots were patched, his manner became a trifle patronizing.
How you been, Duke?
Not so good, 'Toly. Duh show done went broke.
Dere'll be annudder.
Sho'. How's Ah gwine live till den?
The Creeper proffered no advice.
You lookin' mighty lucky, 'Toly. The Duke's tone was one of whining admiration.
The Creeper preserved his discreet silence.
Ah nebber did see no sheik what had yo' gif' fo' dressin'.
The Creeper's chest was the thermometer of the effect of this compliment.
Ah's hungry, 'Toly. Hones'. Gimme duh price of a dog.
