“Been playing lottery?”
“I don' know what dat is.”
“You don't, ah! Well, you would if you had been in Wall Street lately. Well, what is the matter? You are going around here as glum as a meat-axe. Something 's up. What is it?”
“Ain' nothin' de matter wid me.” She glanced away under her master's half amused, half disdainful glance, then added half surlily: “I wants rec'nition.”
“Want recognition? What do you mean?”
“Dat 's what we wants,” declared the old woman, acquiring courage.
Graeme laughed.
“What is recognition?”
“I don't know what 't is edzac'ly, but dat's what we wants. You all 's got it and you got to gi' it to us.”
“You mean you want to sit at table with us!” exclaimed Mrs. Graeme.