The new cook, who had come into the household during the holidays, asked her mistress:
"Where ban your son? I not seeing him round no more."
"My son," replied the mistress pridefully. "Oh, he has gone back to Yale. He could only get away long enough to stay until New Year's day, you see. I miss him dreadfully, tho."
"Yas, I knowing yoost how you feel. My broder, he ban in yail sax times since Tanksgiving."
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