"But I ain't going to make no complaint. Any way that suits you suits me. What you going to do about the servant-girl?"

     "You'll be her. You slide in, in the middle of the night, and hook that yaller girl's frock."

     "Why, Tom, that 'll make trouble next morning; because, of course, she prob'bly hain't got any but that one."

     "I know; but you don't want it but fifteen minutes, to carry the nonnamous letter and shove it under the front door."

     "All right, then, I'll do it; but I could carry it just as handy in my own togs."

     "You wouldn't look like a servant-girl THEN, would you?"

     "No, but there won't be nobody to see what I look like, ANYWAY."

     "That ain't got nothing to do with it. The thing for us to do is just to do our DUTY, and not worry about whether anybody SEES us do it or not. Hain't you got no principle at all?"

     "All right, I ain't saying nothing; I'm the servant-girl. Who's Jim's mother?"

     "I'm his mother. I'll hook a gown from Aunt Sally."