"Wait here, I'll go ahead and you can come in a few minutes."
"Sholy, sholy, m'am, I understan' dat er lady allus likes ter make er little preparations ter meet er gemman. I understands. I des stroll out on de lawn er minute."
"The backyard's better," she replied, quietly throwing him a look of scorn.
"Yassam, all right. I des take a little cursory view er de chickens."
"As soon as I'm out of sight, you can come right up."
Andy nodded and Cleo quickly crossed the fifty yards that separated the house from the neat square brick building that was still used as the servants' quarters.
In a few minutes, with his silk hat set on the side of his head, Andy tipped up the stairs and knocked on her door.
He entered with a grandiloquent bow and surveyed the place curiously. Her room was a sacred spot he had never been allowed to enter before.
"Have a seat," Cleo said, placing a chair.
Andy bowed, placed his hat pompously on the table, pulled down his red vest with a jerk and seated himself deliberately.