What He Preferred
He was one of the few remaining old-time darkies. He had finished the odd jobs for which he had been employed, and, hat in hand, appeared at the back door.
“How much is it, uncle?” he was asked.
“Yo’ say how much? Jest whatever yo’ say, missus.”
“Oh, but I would rather you’d say how much,” the lady of the house replied.
“Yas, ma’am! But, ma’am, Ah’d rather hab de seventy-five cents yo ‘would gimme dan de fifty cents Ah’d charge yo’.”