Anybody home? she asked.
Yep, came a kids voice through the door.
Is your father there? asked the social worker.
Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in, said the kid.
Well, is your mother there? persisted the social worker.
Ma? Nope, she left just afore I got here, said the kid.
But, protested the social worker, are you never together as a family?
Sure, but not here, said the kid through the door. This is the outhouse!
“’Ain't’? Where's your grammar?”
“She's in the kitchen washin’ dishes.”