"And haven't I? Didn't I dress up for you, sir?"
"I have a letter to you from her—would you like to read it?"
She held out her hand for it instantly, and I gave her the note. She glanced it over, then tore it up spitefully.
"Cat!" she exclaimed. "If I could only see her, if I could only talk to her once! I'd tell her what I thought of her! Oh, I'll give her something to forgive!" She looked about her, as if for something particularly Joy's upon which to vent her anger.
Just then, as luck would have it, Leah entered the room with a vase of flowers.
"Get out of here, you black hussy!" Edna cried. "Don't you see I'm busy? Your place is in the kitchen!"
Leah turned and left without a word.
"I've stood enough from that nigger," Edna said. "I'm going to get rid of her this very day."
"You said you'd keep her as long as I stayed," I interposed.
"Oh, Joy asked you to plead for her, I suppose! You're only here hoping to get a chance to see Joy, anyway! How did you get in yesterday, anyway? What happened? I'd forgotten all about that! What did I do in the evening? I can't remember. Were you here then, with Joy?"