Elizabeth looked at him, but he did not acknowledge the look. Presently, whether to try how benevolence worked, or to run away from her feeling of awkwardness, she got up and moved a few steps towards the place where the little blackey sat.
"Have you had dinner enough?" she said, standing and looking down upon her as a very disagreeable social curiosity.
"There aint no more, if I hain't," said the curiosity, with very dauntless eyes.
"Where do you get your dinner every day?"
"'Long street," said the girl, turning her eyes away from
Elizabeth and looking out into the storm.
"Do you often go without any?"
"When the folks don't give me none."
"Does that happen often?"
"They didn't give me none to-day."
"What do you do then?"