Whut you know 'bout mekin' a fortune? Ain't you a Ha'ison? De Ha'isons nevah was no buyin' an' sellin', mekin' an' tradin' fambly. Dey was gent'men an' ladies f'om de ve'y fus' beginnin'." "Oh what a pity one cannot sell one's quality for daily bread, or trade off one's blue blood for black coffee." "Miss Mime, is you out o' yo' haid?" asked Mammy Peggy in disgust and horror.
"I doan' see whaih yo' Ha'ison pride is," she said; "co'se, he may be nice enough, but does you want to tell him yes de fust t'ing, so's he'll t'ink dat you jumped at de chanst to git him an' git back in de homestid?" "Oh, mammy," cried Mima; she had gone all white and cold. "You do' know nothin' 'bout his quality. You a Ha'ison yo'se'f.
I's so'y to see dee ol' place go, but you got to go out of it wid yo' haid up, jes' ez ef you was gwine away fo' a visit an' could come back w'en evah you wanted to." "I shall slink out of it like a cur. I can't meet the eyes of the new owner; I shall hate him." "W'y, Miss Mime, whaih's yo' pride? Whaih's yo' Ha'ison pride?" "Gone, gone with the deed of this house and its furniture.