"
"Why, Mars Tom, I
doan' WANT no rats. Dey's
de dadblamedest creturs to 'sturb a body, en rustle
roun' over 'im, en bite his feet, when he's tryin' to
sleep, I ever see. No, sah, gimme g'yarter-snakes, 'f
I's got to
have 'm, but doan' gimme no rats; I hain'
got no use f'r um, skasely."
"But, Jim, you GOT to have 'em - they all do.