The gray brows above the small eyes did not flicker.
"I suppose these may have belonged to Mr.Dunwody's mother," said Josephine carelessly.
"Yassam!" "His sister ?" "Yassam!" "Or his wife, perhaps ?" "Yassam, ef they really wuz one." "Was there ever ?" demanded Josephine sharply.
"Might a-been none, er might a-been a dozen, fur's I know.

Us folks don' study much 'bout whut white folks does." "You must have known if there was any such person about--you've been here for years.

Don't talk nonsense!" Temptation showed on Sally's face.

The next instant the film came again over the small brown eyes, the mask shut down again, as the ancient negro racial secretiveness resumed sway.

Josephine did not ask for what she knew would be a lie.
"Where is my own maid, Jeanne ?" she demanded.