“I wish I had known that and I should have looked at it more particularly. I was thinking.”
“What was you thinking about?”
He laughed. “My people.”
“Which people?”
“My relations.”
“What made you think of them for?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I was wondering what you’d think of them if you saw them, especially my aunts.”
“Well, you take the bun,” said Jude, “you sitting there thinking of your aunts and me running with them eggs!” She stopped of a sudden; her memory had suddenly conjured up the “wuzzard.”