He came near choking on a gulp of coffee, and again his knee suffered from the pounding of his great hands.
"Huccume you so full of laugh to-night?" she asked, laughing with him.
"How you 'spec' I gwine tell you dat less'n I tell you my sec'ut?"
"Well, den, go on—tell me yo' sec'ut."
"Huh uh. You done bet it ain' wuff tellin'."
"I don't keer what I bet. I wan' to hyeah it now. Please, Ben, please!"
"Listen how she baig! Well, I gwine tell you now. I ain' gwine tease you no mo'."
She bent her head forward expectantly.
"I had a talk wid Mas' Raymond to-day," resumed Ben.
"Yes?"