Asa Wal, I guess I do know something about cow juice. [They turn
to smother laugh.] Why, if it ain't all as bright and clean as a
fresh washed shirt just off the clover, and is this all your doin's, Miss?

Mary Yes, sir, I milk the cows, set up the milk, superintend the churning
and make the cheese.

Asa Wal, darn me if you ain't the first raal right down useful gal
I've seen on this side the pond.

Flo What's that, sir? Do you want to make me jealous?

Asa Oh, no, you needn't get your back up, you are the right sort too,
but you must own you're small potatoes, and few in a hill compared to
a gal like that.

Flo I'm what?

Asa Small potatoes.

Flo Will you be kind enough to translate that for me,
for I don't understand American yet.

Asa Yes, I'll put it in French for you, ``petite pommes des terres.''

Flo Ah, it's very clear now; but, cousin, do tell me what
you mean by calling me small potatoes.

Asa Wal, you can sing and paint, and play on the pianner,
and in your own particular circle you are some pumpkins.