gonna clean for them. You reckon they gonna keep him every day?"
She looked up from making the bed. "What are you talking about?"
"I say they got 'em a servant next door--a nigger--all dressed up in a Sunday suit."
She walked to the other side of the bed. "You must be crazy," she said. "The next apartment is vacant and besides, nobody around here can afford any servant."
"I tell you I saw him," Old Dudley snickered. "Going right in there with a tie and a white collar on--and sharp-toed shoes."
"If he went in there, he's looking at it for himself," she muttered. She went to the dresser and started fidgeting with things.
Old Dudley laughed. She could be right funny when she wanted to. "Well," he said, "I think I'll go over and see what day he gets off. Maybe I can convince him he likes to fish," and he'd slapped his pocket to make the two quarters jingle. Before he got out in the hall good, she came tearing behind him and pulled him in. "Can't you hear?" she'd yelled, "I meant what I said. He's renting that himself if he went in there. Don't you go asking him any questions or saying anything to him. I don't want any trouble with niggers."
