“Well, let it go at that. Tonight I’m goin’ to duck—vamoose. I won’t be back here for a good many days—perhaps.”
“Da’s foolish talk, Marse Morey. How come it yo’ gwine away when yo’ all jes’ got home to yo’ ma?”
“You might understand and you might not, Amos. It is a new story but it is a long one already. All you have to know is this—did you ever hear of any one working for a living?”
“Not no white person, ’less’n he wanted to.”
“I want to. I’m in trouble. It’ll be worse if I stay around here. So we’re going to Washington.”
“Yo’ and yo’ ma?”
“You and me!”
“Me?”
“We are going to slip away tonight. If I had money I wouldn’t take you. I’d go on the train. But I haven’t any money. So I’m going to drive there in the surrey with Betty.”