“You’ve been gone a half hour,” Steve answered frowning.
“I spec I is,” observed Maggie, continuing to giggle and glance furtively at Steve.
“What’s the matter with you?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nuttin.”
He held up a quarter and beckoned. She hastened to his side.
“I want us to be good friends.”
She took the money, grinned again and said: “Yassah!”
“Now, what have you been giggling about?”
“Mr. John Graham wuz here last night!”
“So I hear. Did he see Miss Stella?”