and Mars Hopkins, so she kin thank um ter all dey don--gitten de
ambulance wagen and sendin' de soldiers ter tek ker ob de place. And
when I seed um, I tole him Mistus want see him. He brighten up mighty,
and say dey come over har ter night. Now, don't you let on.

Marthy. Cose I ain't. Go on, nigger, wid de silber.

[Exit Cupid with silver.

Hit's somethin' ter git de minds off de trouble; It'll do um a power er
good.

[Enter Fair from the hall; she is very pale and tired looking:
she wears a simple little black dress; her hair tied with
a black ribbon; all her youthful gaiety is gone; she seems
suddenly to have become a woman. Her voice has a tired,
pathetic sound, as though she were constantly fighting for
her self-control.

Fair (timidly looking around her, as though afraid). I have been
afraid to come in here before. It's very bad, isn't it, Marthy?

Marthy. I was jes tryin' ter get hit lookin' little better fo'
you seed it.

Fair (wearily). No matter, Marthy; leave it as it is. I'll help
you to-morrow.

Marthy. I rekon I better git dem pictures up in de attic fo' your
mar see um.