They went in silence. The water whispered in bubbles, but the wind had died out of the trees.
In the cabin, a big fire blazed up the chimney, and a delicious scent of food came to meet them.
“Who dat in my house?” Big Sue cried out, when April came to the door.
“You got company.”
“Who? You?”
“No. You guess again.”
“I dunno, an’ I’m too weak to walk, much less talk.”
“It’s Joy. E come on de boat dis evenin’.”
Big Sue stopped short in her tracks, dumb-struck. “Great Gawd! You don’ mean it! Whe’ is Joy?”