7
THE BLACK PIN
I
"Wha' dah Alfie got in 'e han'?"
"It ent nutton," spoke up Din, "yo' is ah 'larmer, dah is wha' yo' is."
"Orright den," replied Mirrie, "oi muss be blin'."
"Like dah is anything de worl' don' know orready."
"Wha' yo' got dey, boy?" murmured April, bent over the washtub, soap suds frosting on her veiny brown arms. She caught up the bulk of her starch-crusted patchwork frock and dried her hands in it.
"Oi tell yo' de boy got somet'ing," Mirrie said, "yo' is such a ownway somebody yo' can't even hear yo' ears ringin'."