Seduced, not less than they, by the animation of the town, the fatigue of the journey seemed amply rewarded. It was amusing to watch the crowd before the Ciné Lara, across the way, where many were flocking attracted by the hectic posters of “A Wife’s Revenge.”
“I keep t’inking I see Nini Snagg,” Mrs. Mouth observed, regarding a negress in emerald-tinted silk, seated on a public-bench beneath the glittering greenery.
“Cunan folk dat fine,” Edna twittered, turning about at her Father’s voice:
“W’en de day ob toil is done,
W’en de race ob life is run,
Heaven send thy weary one
Rest for evermore!”
“Prancing Nigger! Is it worth while to wear dose grimaces?”
“Sh’o, dis no good place to be.”
“Why, what dair wrong wid it?”