“Well, Gawd be praised! My dream is out! I done fell asleep in the cyars an’ dream I see little chillun picking flowers in a fiel’. My book say that is one er two interpretations: you is either goin’ ter have fresh flowers laid on yer grabe er some one is goin’ ter make you a prisint er flowers. I thank yer, little miss, fer the bowkay.”
“Indeed, you are welcome,” and Gwen gave her a grave smile.
Susan had been quite doubtful at first what her attitude should be with this white girl who went barefooted and whitewashed cabins herself. She knew very well how to treat po’ white trash: like the dust under her feet. There was no other way for a self-respecting colored girl to treat them. But this white girl was different, somehow.
“She got a high steppin’ way that is mo’ like quality,” she declared to Oscar later. “She calls that slab-sided, shanty-boat ’ooman Aunt Mandy, but I ’low they ain’t no kin. Now that there Josh is low flung. I think Miss Douglas is crazy to let Bobby run around with him as much as she do. I bet his maw would stop it fast enough.”
The Carter girls’ enthusiasm and praise for the camp fully repaid the young men for their untiring labor. The pavilion was really a thing of beauty, built right up in the trees, as it were, like a great nest. It had no walls, but the roof projected far enough to keep out anything short of horizontal rain. An artistic rustic seat encircled the great poplar trunk in the centre and rough benches were built around three sides of the hall. Stairs went down on the fourth side to the kitchen in the basement, and outside, steps gave entrance to the pavilion. The whole building was screened. This was to be dining-room, living-room, dance hall and everything and anything they chose to make of it. The girls had reserved their victrola in renting the house and it now had the place of honor near the circular seat.
“We just unpacked it this morning,” said Lewis. “There was no use in music with no girls to dance with.”
“Aren’t men strange creatures?” laughed Helen. “Now girls love to dance so, they dance with each other, but two men would just as soon do fancy work as dance with one another.”
“Sooner,” muttered Bill. “Let’s have a spin!”
So a spirited “one-step” was put on and then the youths felt themselves to be overpaid for their work as they danced over the floor that had been the cause of many an aching joint and mashed thumb. Joints were not aching now and mashed thumbs were miraculously cured by clasping the hands of these pretty girls.