“So like you, such a beauty.”
The husband waxes excited and happy, and asks a flood of questions.
“But the baby died,” says his lugubrious companion.
The poor hero yells with sorrow.
“How Baby wished you were there to see little baby,” says Buddy. “How she talked of you!”
“The little darling—and she has quite forgiven me?”
“She forgave you, all right. Ah, she was a fine woman. You never deserved such a woman as she was, so beautiful, so loving, so tender, so devoted—always saying your name, counting the days you had been away from her and moping and sighing. Ah, it ate into her heart!”
“Yes, Buddy, I am a worthless, miserable nigger, that’s what I am. I didn’t deserve to have her.”
“She said: ‘Oh, for one kiss; oh, for one hug—— ‘”