And why not every man...?”
Their voices pulsating with unusual fervor and their minds thrilled with the import of the words:
“O de wind blows east, an’ de wind blows west;
It blows like a Judgment Day;
An’ ev’ry poor soul that never did pray
’ll be glad to pray dat day.”
One by one the neighbors continued to come in, each one bringing along from home a chair to sit on; knowing that Aunt Fisky would not be able to accommodate them, and that the crowd would increase as the night went on.
Felo began looking about eagerly to see if Lethe had come. What kept her so late? He asked himself.... He would run around to her house to see what was the matter.... Now was a good time. The singing was at its height.... Nobody would miss him....
