With a cry of joy she threw her huge arms around his neck:
"Would I—Lordy—man!"
Andy tried to dodge her strangle hold, but was too slow and she had him.
He struggled and grasped her arms, but she laughed and held on.
"B-b-but—yer—yer," he stammered.
"Yer needn't say annudder word——"
"Yassam, but wait des er minute," he pleaded, struggling to lower her arms.
"Hush, man," Minerva said good-naturedly. "Cose I knows yer bin er bad nigger—but ye needn't tell me 'bout it now——"
"For Gawd's sake!" Andy gasped, wrenching her arms away at last, "will yer des lemme say one word?"
"Nasah!" she said generously. "I ain't gwine ter let ye say no harsh words ergin yoself. I sho do admire de indelicate way dat yer tells me of yo' love!"