"Yes, Dukie, I know you love me."
Maggie re-entered the room. In her hand was a plate, and on that plate was a large slice of white chicken meat. Beth's eyes glistened at sight of it.
"Dar, honey chile, dey jes' shan't starve yo' to death. Here am a whole lot ob chicken for yo'."
Beth grabbed the plate. "Oh, Maggie, it's—it's heavenly."
Suddenly, Maggie heard Mrs. Davenport approaching. Her eyes rolled tragically.
"Law, honey, it's yo'r maw. Hide de chicken under yo'r pillow. I'll get rid of her, an' den yo' can eat de chicken in peace. Quick, honey, or she'll take it away from yo'."
Beth put the plate with the chicken under her pillow. Maggie tried to look unconcerned.
Mrs. Davenport entered the room. "Well, my dearie is awake, is she?"
"Oh, mamma, I'm so hungry. I do wish I could have a piece of chicken."
"No, no, dearie, that would never do. I'll get you some lovely mutton broth."