“In town, you must rememba, often de houses are far away from de parks;—de city, in dat respect, not like heah.”
“Say nothin’ more! De widow ob my po’ brudder Willie, across de glen, she warn me I ought nebba to listen to you.”
“Who care for a common woman, dat only read de Negro World, an’ nebba see anyt’ing else!” she swelled.
Mr. Mouth turned conciliatingly.
“To-morrow me arrange for de victuals for our ebenin’ at Home!”
“Good, bery fine,” she murmured, acknowledging through the window the cordial “good-night” of a few late labourers, returning from the fields, each with a bundle of sugar-cane poised upon the head.
“As soon as marnin’ dawn me take dis bizniz in hand.”
“Only pramas, nigger darlin’,” she cajoled, “dat durin’ de course of de reception you make a lil speech to inform de neighbours ob our gwine away bery soon, for de sake of de education ob our girls.”
“Ah cyan pramas nothin’.”
“I could do wid a change too, honey, after my last miscarriage.”