Quaker Lady (raising the window). I Bay, man — thee with the wheel- 

 liarrow — what does thee ask lor shad? 



Colored Fiihvimltr. Hay dar! (turning quickly round and touching 

 the rim of his bellcrowned hat) From three fips, marm, to a quarter 

 and a ftp, 'cordin' to de size of 'em. — None of your grass-fed shad, marm, 



but ra'al fat corn-fed fellows. Sha-a-ad, shad ! let go my knife and 



fork,/res/i shad} Whih! here dey go: 



Old Times in F/iiladelphia. 



