" But she hastened on, followed by the
girl, who was employed in the capacity of waitress. This girl, Zany
by name, resented in accordance with her own ideas and character the
principle of repression which dominated the household. She threw a
kiss toward the cabin under the trees and shook with silent laughter
as she muttered, "Dat fer you, Chunk. You de beat'nst nigger I eber
see. You mos' ez bro'd ez I is high, yit you'se reachin' arter me. I
des like ter kill mysef lafin' wen we dance tergeder," and she
indulged in a jig-step and antics behind Miss Lou's back until she
came in sight of the windows, then appeared as if following a
hearse.
Miss Lou entered the rear door of the long, two-story house,
surrounded on three sides by a wide piazza. Mr. Baron, a stout,
bald-headed old gentleman, was fuming up and down the dining-room
while his wife sat in grim silence at the foot of the table. It was
evident that they had made stiff, old-fashioned toilets, and both
looked askance at the flushed face of the almost breathless girl,
still in her simple morning costume.
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