A Case of Adaptation
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Two dusky small boys were quarreling; one was pouring forth a volume of vituperous epithets, while the other leaned against a fence and calmly contemplated him. When the flow of language was exhausted he said;
“Are you troo?”
“Yes.”
“You ain’t got nuffin’ more to say?”
“No.”
“Well, all dem tings what you called me you is.”