“Don’ pay ’im no ’tenshun, li’l boy,” Susan interposed. “Dis house my meetin’-house; an’ if dey got people in de buildin’ displease wid de himes an’ music an’ things, den leave ’um go some yuther place an’ hunt till dey finds de thing w’at suits ’um. So go ’head, li’l boy, an’ play an’ sing jes’ like yo’ min’ tell you.”
Further objection was useless after this declaration. Dink laid his comb on the bench along-side of him, and leaning back against the wall, began singing gaily:
“W’en de moon be riz
An’ come a-peepin’ thoo de branches o’ de ’simmon tree;
Look like I hyeah ’im say:
How come evvy night I see you watchin’ for me?...
He don’ know I got a reason
Brings me out hyuh evvy season,
Lessen it be w’en de clouds is po’in down rain.”