“Honey, you shore is lifted a weight offen my mind,” he assured her.
“I’s gwine expeck you up at my house to-night, Ticky,” Button told him as she started out. “You lef’ yo’ coat hangin’ on a chair in de front settin’-room an’ you got to come an’ git it.”
A moment after she had passed out Skeeter exclaimed:
“Telephome Marse Tom Gaitskill, Ticky. Tell him to git out dem pair of cotehouse licenses befo’ de clerk’s office shuts up. Hurry!”
VIII
“WHAT’S IN A NAME?”
Colonel Tom Gaitskill left the bank and walked across the street to the office of the clerk of the Third District Court.
“I want a colored marriage license, Mack,” he remarked as he leaned against the desk and began the ceremonial process of lighting a big cigar.
The deputy clerk grinned and opened a big book.
“What’s the man’s name?” he asked.
“Tick Hush.”