“No, sah, he ain't,” said Mandy, very shortly. She felt that Strong and Elverson had been “a-tryin' to spy on de parson all day,” and she resented their visits more than she usually did.
“What time are you expectin' him?”
“I don't nebber spec' Massa Douglas till I sees him.”
Strong grunted uncivilly, and went down the steps. She saw from the window that he met Elverson in front of the church.
“Dey sure am a-meanin' trouble,” she mumbled.
The band had stopped playing; the last of the audience had straggled down the street. She opened the door and stood on the porch; the house seemed to suffocate her. What was keeping Hasty?
He came at last, but Mandy could tell from his gait that he brought unwelcome news.
“Ain't she dar?”
“She's wid 'em, all right,” said Hasty.
“Yuh seed her?”