Peter flattered the Punchinello by smiling a little.
"Come, Jim Pink, what do you know?" he asked. The magician poked out his huge lips.
"Mr. Bobbs turn acrost by de church, over de Big Hill. Da' 's always a ba-ad sign."
Peter's brief interest in the matter flickered out. Another arrest for some niggerish peccadillo. The history of Niggertown was one long series of petty offenses, petty raids, and petty punishments. Peter would be glad to get well away from such a place.
"Think I'll go North, Jim Pink," remarked Peter, chiefly to keep up a friendly conversation with his companion.
"Whut-chu goin' to do up thaiuh?"
"Take a position in a system of garages."
"A position is a job wid a white color on it," defined the minstrel. "Whut you goin' to do wid Cissie?"
Peter looked around at the foolish face.
"With Cissie?—Cissie Dildine?"