Yes, she would live, she would succeed, she would win! All of which, of course, meant to her but one thing--escape.
A knock came at the door, really for the third time, although for the first time heard.

Old Sally entered, bearing her tray, with coffee.
"Now you lay right still whah you is, Ma'am," she began.

"You-all wants a li'l bit o' coffee.

Then I'll bring you up some real breakfus'-- how you like yuah aigs?
Ma'am, you suttinly is lookin' fine dis mawnin'.

I'll fetch you yuah tub o' watah right soon now." In spite of herself Josephine found herself unable to resist interest in these proceedings.