“Des wait er minute here at de corner, sah, twell I kinder breaks de news to ’em,” said Nelse to the officer. He approached the cabin door and knocked.
It was shut and fastened. He got no response.
He knocked loudly again.
Eve thrust her head out the window.
“Who’s dat?”
“Hits me, M’am, Mister Nelson Gaston, I’se call ter see you.”
“Den you hump yo’se’f en git away from dat do, you rascal.”
“De Lawd, honey, I’se des been er foolin’ you ter day. I’se got dem licenses en de Buro man right out dar now ready ter marry us. You know yo ole man nebber gwine back on you—I des been er foolin’.”
“Den you been er foolin’ wid de wrong nigger!”
“Lawd, honey, doan keep de bridegroom er waitin’.”