“It noddin’; noddin’, at all! But it plain she refuse to forgib me!”
“Never.”
“Perspirin’, an’ her skirt draggin’, sh’o, she looked a fright.”
He smiled: for indeed already the world was perceptibly moulding her....
“Enuff to scare ebbery crow off de savannah!”
“And wouldn’t the Farmers bless her.”
“Oh, honey!” Her glance embraced the long, lamp-lit avenue with suppressed delight.
“Well.”
“Dair’s a new dancer at de Apollo tonight. Suppose we go?”