"Hey," laughed Zink Diggs, her arms akimbo, "hey, anybody hear she talkin' would 'a' t'ink she is the Queen of England!"
"Come, Alfie, le' we go an' leave de wretch!"
IV
At serene peace with the Lord, April was sent one dusk, the reddish tints of a Barbadian twilight spreading a lovely fervor over the land, into a spasm of alarm.
"Hey, Miss Emptage—"
A high-pitched neighbor's voice rose above the music of the wind humming over the cane piece.
"Wha'm is, negh?"
"Zink Diggs tek up yo' goat."
"Pig!"