“You objected to the deceit practiced and rebelled. Was that the cause of his anger and gross rudeness as I entered?”
“Partly.”
“And the rest?”
“He made me keep strict account of the sales and profits and give him a memorandum each week,” whispered Katherine.
“Indeed. And to what end?”
“He said—he said, he’d make up his mind that he would get to know and would marry Miss Carruth if the business got to be—to be—a big one——”
“My Gawd a-mighty!” cried Mammy, flying out of the chair upon the edge of which she had been sitting, her old face the picture of consternation and amazement. It was not surprising that Sniffins sprung from his simultaneously and made toward the door, for Mammy certainly was wrath and retribution incarnate.
Mr. Porter barred the way of one and said sternly: “Mammy, sit down!”
“But—but—but—Massa Po’tah, is yo’ hyar wha’ dat man a-sayin’? Is yo’? He—he marry ma Miss Jinny’s daughter? Why, he ain’, he ain’ fitten fer ter bresh her shoes! Lemme jes’ lay ma hans on him an’ frazzle him out.”
Mammy was nearly beside herself with indignation.