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When the exodus from the Row was completed, Bess helped Porgy out to the boat and established him in an angle of the main-deck cabin, where he could see and enjoy the excursion to the full. Below them on the wharf, Maria, who had the direction of the refreshment committee in hand, moved about among the baskets and boxes, looking rather like a water-front conflagration, in a voluminous costume of scarlet and orange. Bess left Porgy and descended the ladder.
“I gots a ready hand wid bundle,” she announced diffidently.
The immense negress paused, and looked her up and down.
“Well, well, it looks like yer tryin’ ter be decent,” she commented.
Instantly the woman chilled, “Yuh kin go tuh Hell!” she said deliberately. “I ain’t axin’ fuh no sermon. I want a job. Does yuh want a han’ wid dem package, or not?”
For a moment their eyes met. Then they laughed suddenly, loudly together, with complete understanding.
“All right, den,” the older woman said. “Ef yuh is dat independent, yuh kin tek dem basket on board.”
After that they worked together, until the procession arrived, without the interchange of further remarks.