"Humph! Phyllis un'stan'. She un'stan' so well an' so quick dat de fus' drizzly night when de rain 'u'd spile de trail—de scent—she up wid de chile an' putt out."
"For my uncle Dan! Walnut Hills! Go on!" The moving scene was forgotten though the chute was widening again.
"Well, de ovehseeh, o' co'se, he got to run heh down an' fetch heh back. An' same time de creeks an' bayous——"
"Oh, now, that's the same old——"
"Yass, oh, yass, de same ole! So ole an' common dat you white folks—what has all de feelin's——"
"Now, just hush! You don't know anything about it! Go on! Go on! The bayous were—what?"
"Bank full, dat's all. One place Phyllis an' him nigh got swep' away an' he drap' de chile."
"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!"
"He bleeged to do it, he tell yo' ma, fo' to save Phyllis—what ain't want'n' to be save'. Whils' de chile—wuz—de chile wuz drownded." The old woman moved to rise, but the girl, with a new expression in her face, prevented her.
"Go on! What did mom-a do?"