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s dry and withery and short-lived like a piece of thistle-down. Mary Louise was watching with interest. Zenie struggled for a moment and then turned and faced the inevitable. There was a growing decision in her manner. "H'do, Mis' Susie! Yas'm. I 'cided I'd drop in on you-all. Show him to his white folks." She looked at Miss Susie and smiled a most uncertain smile. And then for the first time was the import of the visit brought fully to the visitee. "So," Miss Susie exploded, "that's where you've been. Out of town! Humph! You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Zenie looked as though she would like to defend herself, but it was useless. Miss Susie went on inexorably, "That worthless Zibbie Tuttle has been tearing all my good linen and lace to pieces for the past three weeks. And now I suppose I'll have to put up with her for a few weeks longer." "Yas'm," Zenie replied weakly. "However"--Miss Susie pronounced it as though it were one syllable--"I suppose I can't help it. What is it? Boy or girl?" "Boy," said Zenie, and with growing decision, "but hit ain' him I come to see you-all about. No'm. Thank you jes' as much. I jes' aim to tell you I ain' take in no mo' wash. No'm. Zeke he don' want me to take in no mo' wash. No'm." "Zeke!" Miss Susie's snort was very ladylike. "Zeke!--and what has Zeke to do with what _you_ want to do?" "We'se ma'ied, ain' we, Mis' Susie?" This was irrefutable, but more so the changing viewpoint. Zenie had tasted emancipation. Miss Susie shrugged her shoulders and left the room with short hurried steps. Zenie turned to Mary Louise. "I'm tiahed of the ol' tub. 'Tain' no use my weahin' myself out fu nuthin'. 'Sides, this heah boy a heap o' trubbel." She shook her head doubtfully. Mary Louise disregarded the confidence. "D'you say Mister Joe--Mister Joe Hooper--named your baby? How could he? He's not even home." "Yas'm. Yas'm, he is. He come in t' see Zeke this mo'nin'. Mist' Joe lookin' mighty fine." Mary Louise felt a curious sinking feeling of being shoved into a discard. And then Miss Susie came hurrying back into the room. In her hand she carried a small bundle of red flannel cloth freshly cut from the bolt. Zenie eyed her uncertainly. "Here. Here's something to keep out the cold--next winter. And you oughtn't to bring _it_ out in such rainy weather." She went to the door and held it open in all finality. And Zenie, with much secret and inner scorning for
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