Then as she explained the plan he nodded his head in approval.
“It is best.”
Mara was too anxious to remain idle long, so she soon returned to the kitchen.
Dinah seemed greatly agitated.
“What is it, Dinah?”
“’Fore the lawd, it am s’prisin’! Fust dar ain’t no man; den I’se fin’ white, and jess now w’en I tote dem fings dar what s’pose I find. A man black—yah, black as Pete. Shure nuff——”
“Hush! some one is coming.”
In a louder tone:
“Aren’t those cakes about done, Dinah—You seem slower than ever.”
“Deed, I is,” muttered Dinah, turning to the neglected cakes.