A day’s march nearer home.”
“Prancing Nigger, from dis indifference to your fambly, be careful lest you do arouse de vials ob de Lord’s wrath!”
“Yet nightly pitch—” he was beginning again, in a more subdued key, but the tones of his wife arrested him.
“Prancing Nigger, lemme say sumptin’ more!” Mrs. Mouth took a long sighing breath: “In dis dark jungle my lil jewel Edna, I feah, will wilt away....”
“Wh’a gib you cause to speak like dat?”
“I was tellin’ my fortune lately wid de cards,” she reticently made reply, insinuating, by her half-turned eyes, that more disclosures of an ominous nature concerning others besides her daughter had been revealed to her as well.
“Lordey Lord; what is it den you want?”
“I want a Villa with a watercloset—” flinging wiles to the winds, it was a cry from the heart.
“De Lord hab pity on dese vanities an’ innovations!”