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Updated: September 18, 2025
"I heard you were going to marry a negress here in town called Cissie Dildine." A question was audible in the silence that followed this statement. The obscure emotion that charged all the old man's queries affected Peter. "I am not, Captain," he declared earnestly; "that's settled." "Oh you say it's settled," picked up the old lawyer, delicately. "Yes." "Then you had thought of it?"
The three stood silent, Nan and Tump lost in blankness, trying to think of something to do for Cissie. Finally Nan said: "I heah she done commit gran' larceny, an' they goin' sen' her to de pen." "Whut is gran' larceny?" asked Tump. "It's takin' mo' at one time an' de white folks 'speck you to take," defined the woman. "Well, I'll go git her clo'es." She hurried off up the crescent.
It seemed best to marry Cissie at once and go North. Further time in this place would not be good for the girl. Even if he could not lift all Niggertown, he could at least help Cissie. He had had no idea, when he first planned his work, what a tremendous task he was essaying.
There's not one thing in my life that any jury wouldn't pass, and " "I've seen you drunk." "Well, what of it? It took three of us to yank old I.W. out from under the table at my sister's wedding." "You What about you and Cissie and " The light run of feet, and almost instantly Miss Goldstone was pirouetting in between them. "Here, dearie! There wasn't anything like brandy up in the third floor.
Peter watched him go, then turned and attempted to throw the whole matter off his mind by assuming a certain brisk Northern mood. He must pack, get ready for the down-river gasolene launch. The doings of Tump Pack and Cissie Dildine were, after all, nothing to him. He started inside, when the levy notice on the door again met his eyes.
The hobbledehoy walked down the other side of the street, hands thrust in pockets, with the usual discontented expression on his face. Cissie slammed the door shut, and the two stood rather at a loss in the sudden gloom of the hall. Cissie broke into a brief, mirthless laugh. "Peter, it's hard to be nice in Niggertown.
Direck, after some vague and transparent excuses, made his way to the cottage. Here his report become even more impressive. Teddy sat on the writing desk beside the typewriter and swung his legs slowly. Letty brooded in the armchair. Cissie presided over certain limited crawling operations of the young heir.
He took his work to the window and tried to concentrate upon it, but his mind kept playing away. Indeed, it seemed to Peter that to sit in this old room and rewrite the wordy meanderings of the old gentleman's book was the very height of emptiness. How utterly futile, when all around him, on every hand, girls like Cissie Dildine were being indentured to corruption!
She sat looking at Peter seriously, almost distressfully, as he came toward her. With the closing of the curtains and the establishment of a real privacy Peter became aware once again of the sweetness and charm Cissie always held for him. He still wondered what had brought her, but he was no longer uneasy.
But that isn't a very healthy frame of mind, always to be suppressing and guarding yourself." Peter didn't know about that. He was inclined to argue the matter, but Cissie wouldn't argue. She seemed to assume that all of her statements were axioms, truths reduced to the simplest possible mental terms, and that proof was unnecessary, if not impossible. So the topic went into the discard.
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