A Mascot Jinx
“Dis here cullud lady is gwine be my wife. I make you ’quainted wid Coco Ferret!”
Love had flushed the saddle-colored face of Skeeter Butts to a brownish-crimson, and the gorgeous splendor of his clothes reflected the sunburst of affection in his heart.
Hitch Diamond held out his hand to a fat, dumpy, simple-faced country negro girl, and grinned.
“Huh,” he chuckled, as Coco Ferret shook hands, “dis here gal is all soft and puffed-up an’ squeezy like a big balloom.”
“Dat’s right,” Skeeter grinned, eying the girl with a prideful gaze. “I likes ’em dat way. Edgecated niggers is too slim an’ active. Dey gits biggity an’ bumptious. Dey axes ’terrogations an’ is bawn to trouble.”
“Dis lady oughter make a good-pervidin’ cook an’ housekeeper,” Hitch suggested, looking her over as if she were a horse which Skeeter had bought.
“I shore is bofe dem things,” the girl responded. “Skeeter ain’t gittin’ no set-easy gal.”
“I hopes you’ll bofe be as happy as married niggers ever is,” Hitch remarked politely.
“Happy is our name, Hitch,” Skeeter declared confidently. “Dis here gal is already fotch me luck, an’ I’s gwine use her fer our mascop in de ball game to-day.”