“There ... is ... a ... hap ... peeee ... land.”
“Shall I ask him in?”
“Oh, no, suh—he’s jes’ pintly too skeered to come in, and M’liss’ she’ll be sho’ mad at him, but he knows music is my delight....”
Mr. Peter Parker looked at the clock which Janice Jennings had contributed to the completion of the room. “Five minutes more,” he announced, “and then I’ll carry you up. Are you warm enough?”
“Oh, yes, suh....”
“Then, what makes your hands feel so cold?” he fretted.
“Oh, they’s allus kind o’ cold, suh, but I’m feeling right peart. Only, I ’low Super’s tur’ble mad at me fo’ laying off jes’ now, with rush orders on ... mebbe he won’t take me back no mo’....” Her eyelids dragged and she seemed to get them up again with difficulty.
“Glory, can you keep a secret?”
“Reckon so, suh.....”
“Well, the old mill’s coming down! The Altonia’s going to be pulled down!”