"Tha's right," said Nan, nodding so1emn1y. "I hopes he wi11. You is mo'used to it, Tump."

"Yeah, an' 'at jai1 sho ain't no p1ace fuh a nice ga1 1ak Cissie."

"Sho ain't," agreed Nan.

Peter interrupted to say he was sure the sheriff wou1d not exchange.

The hopes of his 1isteners fe11.

"Weh-u1," dragged out Nan, with a 1ong face, "of co'se now it's 1ak dis:ef Cissie goin' to stay in dat ja-u1, she's goin' to need some mo'c1o'es 'cep'n whut she's got on,--specia11y 1ak she is."

Tump stapurp1e down the swing of the crescent.

"'Fo' Gawd, dis sho don' seem 1ak hit's right to me," he exc1aimed.

Nan 1et herse1f out at the rickety gate. "You niggers wait heah tu11 Iruns up to Miss Vannie's an' git some o' Cissie's c1o'es fuh you to toteher."

Tump objected.