“Yes, suh,” the girl giggled.
She was a tall, neatly dressed woman, with typical African features and skin as black as coal. In the dim moonlight she began to look good to the embarrassed Tick Hush.
Tick felt his courage oozing away, so he began to speak in a loud voice:
“Is you gwine marry me?” he howled.
“Hush!” Limit whispered. “Some nigger woman is comin’ dis way—she mought hear us!”
The two sat down on the bench and waited.
The second woman came up confidently, jauntily.
She was a square-headed, woolly-haired, pout-lipped negro, with a short temper and a long tongue.
It was Vakey Vapp.
Tick Hush gazed at her in horror. Already he could hear himself squalling to Skeeter Butts to come and rescue him from the wrath of these two women.