Chapter Seven
A Vista of Fortune
The certainty as to the identity of the big man did not, however, tell Peewee who the women were, and he speculated upon this as the younger woman led him back into the other room. The colored girl, he saw, had gone. The dress was gone, too. She must, he thought, have taken it away with her. The man stood gazing down at him.
"Are you hungry?" the man inquired.
"Yes sir," Peewee replied at once. There was never but one answer to this question.
"What is it you like best to eat?"
Peewee reflected; the question opened attractive possibilities. "Strawberries," he decided.
"Go out and get some strawberries," the man said to the younger woman.
The woman went out. The man paced slowly
