The effect was
ludicrous. The combination of coal black skin and red gold hair
presented by the little negro exceeded the wildest expectations
of Jimmy and Billy. They shrieked with laughter and rolled over
and over on the floor in their unbounded delight.
"Hush!" warned Jimmy suddenly, "I believe Sarah Jane's coming out
here to see 'bout Benny Dick. Let's get behind the door and see
what she's going to do."
"`Hit were good fer Paul an' Silas,
Hit were good fer Paul an' Silas,
Hit were good fer Paul an' Silas,
An' hit's good ernough fer me.'"
floated Sarah Jane's song nearer and nearer.
"`Hit's de ole time erligion,
Hit's de ole time'"
She caught sight of her baby with his glistening black face
and golden hair. She threw up her hands, closed her eyes, and
uttered a terrified shriek. Presently she slowly opened
her eyes and took a second peep at her curious-looking offspring.
Sarah Jane screamed aloud:
"Hit's de handiwork er de great Jehoshaphat! Hit's de Marster's
sign.
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