Dey kyant. Dey
tinks de worl' al'ays gwine des so, dat means de way dey tink hit
orter go. Ef hit go any oder way, de worl's wrong, not dey. I ain'
sayin' dey is wrong, fer I ain' des tink dat all out'n. 'Long ez she
keeps her foots on de chalk line dey mark out dey ain' projeckin'
how her min' go yere en dar, zigerty-zag wid notions ob her own."
The door darkened, if the radiant girl standing on the threshold
could be said to darken any door. She did not represent the ordinary
Southern type, for her hair was gold in the sun and her eyes blue as
the violets by the brook. They were full of mirth now as she said:
"There you are, Aun' Jinkey, smoking and 'projeckin' as usual. You
look like an old Voudoo woman, and if I didn't know you as my old
mammy--if I should just happen in as a stranger, I'd be afraid of
you."
"Voudoo ooman! How you talks, Miss Lou! I'se a member ob de Baptis'
Church, en you knows it."
"Oh, I know a heap 'mo'n dat,' as you so often say. If you were only
a member of the Baptist Church I wouldn't be running in to see you
so often.
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