Cupid. I'm gettin' mighty oneasy 'bout dem chullen. Dey's terbil
careless 'bout demselves.
Marthy (stops on the steps and listens). 'Pears like I hears a hoss.
Cupid. Go on, nigger! Didn't I tell you dey walked to de mill?
[A horse's hoofs are heard.
Marthy (laughs). I hears hit all de same.
Cupid (drops hat in astonishment). Hi! ef dey ant not one er my
kerrige hosses! Hi, dar! Mars Bev! Mars Bev!
[Enter at the back by the road Fair and Bev. She is riding on
a big brown horse with a bag of meal before her. She is
a beautiful young girl of about eighteen, simply dressed
in a pink cotton gown; her hair hangs in loose curls about
her face: her hat is carried loosely in one hand; with the
other she is guiding the old horse. Bev walks at her side,
with one hand on the bridle. He is a very handsome boy of
about fourteen, with a gay, happy manner. He is barefoot,
dressed in a soft white cotton shirt and blue homespun
trousers. He is without hat or coat, and seems in the best
of spirits. They stop at the gate, laughing.
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