She readily recognized Zink Diggs, but hardly, the words that followed.
"Good mawnin', Miss Emptage."
Being a child of the Lord, April answered, "Good mawnin'." She continued singing a Sankey hymn, and shelling the peas.
"You're not a quarrelsome uman," she heard Zink Diggs say, "but you're dam side mo' determined than I am!"
But she went on, not turning her head, singing the Sankey hymn.
V
It was spring; spring in Barbadoes. For the dogs—evil omen. Grippe. Sickness. Across the flowing acreage the brindle pup took a post near the goat. Nearby Alfie, Mirrie, Ona and Din were twittering, "Come, doggie; come, doggie—" and giving the poor wretch parsley.
"Go back an' put de pot on de fiah," April shouted to Mirrie as she strode through the cornpatch. "Go back an' boil de pigeon peas."
"Oi wan' fi' come, too."