But not now; I not tink it be jus' right to say now.

I not angry--no, no! I ver' glad you tink so of Mercedes--it make me mooch joy.

I not cry for dat, senor; I cry for odder tings.
Maybe you know some time, an' be ver' sorry vid me.

But I not cry any more.

See, I stan' up straight, an' look you in de face dis vay." She drew her hand swiftly across her eyes.