"I can't. The missus won't let me. It ain't my night off."
"Eef you don't, I go ope stairs an' tell all abouta you."
"I don't care. I won't go!"
"Queeck!"
"No."
"Then da woman she fire you, an' I get you when you come out alone."
Violet knew that he meant it.
"Where do you want to take me?" she asked. "I won't let you never take me back to Rose's."
"No fear," laughed Angel, shaking his oily curls. "Meess Rosie she would not stan' to have you near."
"Then what do you want?"