"The light fool me, Ah tell yo'—"
"Yo' got a watch, Mas' Prout, wha' time it are?" asked Mother Cragwell.
He shifted his body to the other side. "Quarter to twelve," he said.
"Hey, it ent even twelve o'clock yet," breathed the black sweating woman, "an' here I wuz startin' fo' walk to St. Georges. I musta wuz drunk, an', gal, jess as I tu'n de corner—"
"Wha' corner?"
"Codrington Corner. By the wall. You know—down dey—"
"Ah'm."
"Who should I see standin' up 'gainst dey but a man."
"Lahd, tek me!"