Shaking her head and smiling pleasantly, Susan said:
“An’ Gawd expec’in you to go ’way from hyuh befo’ Felo git back. So don’ was’e time talkin’, but go ’long ... Chester, yonder yo’ hat. Take Lizzie wid you to de New Hope church an’ see ’f you can’ make her pray. Go ’long, now, bofe of you; an’ no hard feelin’s.”
Fully aware of Susan’s positive character, and feeling convinced that further argument was useless, Lizzie made ready to leave with silent magnanimity. She walked over to the fireplace proudly, saying with a haughty air:
“Chester, pay Miss Smiley de change comin’ to her, till I put on my shoes.”
Chester settled the account, and they walked towards the front door.
“Good-night to y’all fellow-Chrishtuns,” Lizzie said with spurious geniality. “An’ much oblige’ for yo’ manners an’ behavior.”
Just as she finished her lofty farewell, Felo came in from the back room.
“Da’s right, Lizzie”; he said to her, “don’ go ’way from hyuh wid yo’ feelin’s upset ’bout somh’n was said to you. Good-night to you; an’ Gawd go wid you.”
“Go to Hell!” She told him; pushing Chester through the open door and slamming it after her.
