"Oh, I see."
"Yes, chile, he are a Palama man."
"Well, I must be goin' den," Ella drew the shawl around her shoulders. "I must go see dis-yah Poyah."
"An' oh, Ella, he got one leg—"
"Yo' don't say!"
"Deed he is! Got it cut off on de canal—"
"I gwine 'long now. Got to go back ... leave me pot boilin' ... got to go back an' eat me fresh food."
III
Aftermath—green aftermath.