“Hello!” Org said, his eyes glued to the ladylike clothes.
“Mawnin’, Marse, howdy?” the little negro responded timidly.
“My name ain’t Marse, it’s Org,” the white boy replied. “What’s your name? Who are you?”
“Dey calls me Little Bit. I’s Cap’n Kerley’s white nigger, an’ I sorter janitors aroun’ de Hen-Scratch.”
“White nigger?” Org remarked wonderingly, after a comprehensive survey of the negro boy. “The white of your eyes is white. That’s all the white I can see. Where you going?”
“Out to de Cooley bayou on de Nigger-Heel plantation.”
“Me, too,” Org remarked as he fell in step beside the negro boy.
Which is the reason why Miss Gaitskill waited impatiently the rest of the day for her stamps.
Without knowing it, Orren Randolph Gaitskill had found the greatest playmate in the world. Let every man born south of the Ohio River say “Amen!”
Little Bit was an angel, too. His mother called him “her angel chile.” His mother had fifteen other angelic children in her cabin, Little Bit being the youngest and the last. So his mother named him Peter, after his father, and Postscript to indicate his location in the annals of the family; thus Peter Postscript Chew took his place in the world.