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?"
"Uh huh."
"Why, what makes you think I'm going to do anything with Cissie?"
"M-m, visitin' roun'." The fool flung his face into a grimace, and
dropped it as one might shake out a sack.
Peter watched the contortion uneasily.
"What do you mean--visiting around?"
"Diff'nt folks go visitin' roun';
Some goes up an' some goes down.
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