[Marthy and Fair laugh.
Cupid. Dis hoss ant never pack no meal fo' in his life; he's er kerrige hoss.
Fair. Well, Cupid, we had to get the meal, and Jack is so old and stiff I thought Tony here would enjoy the trip, and he did, all except the ferry. I don't believe he ever crossed a stream before, not with me on his back and a bag of meal. Was'nt he funny, Bev? Dear old Tony! (She throws her arms around his neck). I wish I had some sugar for you.
Marthy. Go'long, child! You talkin' 'bout givin' sugar to dat old hoss, when we all has to put 'lasses in de coffee and proud ter git hit.
Cupid. You tell Mistis and Marster dey's come.
[He leads horse off (Left) carrying the meal.
Marthy. Yo' pa bin askin' 'bout you; he say he gwine way ter morrow.
Fair (anxious). To-morrow!
Bev. Where is he?