"Well, chile, heah's de fust few bushels ob cherries." "Bushels? Mercy on us! Are you going to do all those?" "Yassum. And den some more. Dat's the Perfessor's favourite fruit." Bambi was promptly enveloped in a huge apron and settled on the back piazza, surrounded with pans and baskets. Ardelia stood by, and handed her things, until she got started. "Hurry up, and come out, Ardelia. I want you to talk to me and take my mind off of things." "I'll be 'long, by and by." [Illustration "I HAVE GOT TO DO SOMETHING VIOLENT, ARDELIA. I AM GOING TO JERK THE STEMS OFF OF BERRIES, CHOP THE PITS OUT OF CHERRIES, AND SKIN PEACHES."] Bambi held up a bright-red cherry, named it Jarvis, pulled out its stem, cut out its heart, and finally plumped it into her mouth and chewed it viciously. Then she felt better. There was a cool morning breeze lifting the leaves of the big elms, and nodding the hollyhocks' heads. The sound of late summer buzzing and humming, and bird songs, made the back porch a pleasant, placid spot--no place in which to keep rage hot. Ardelia lumbered out, after a while, to sit near by, her slow movements and her beaming smile far from conducive to a state of excitement. "Mighty purty out here, ain't it?" "Yes." "I reckon Massa Jarvis be mighty glad to be home, a-sittin' here a-seedin' cherries 'longside ob you?" "Jarvis never did anything so useful. As for being alongside of me, that doesn't interest him at all." "Yo're suttinly the onlovingest bride and groom I've eber seen. You ain't neber lovin' nor kissin' nor nottin', when I come aroun'." "Mercy no, Ardelia!" "I 'low if I was married to such a han'som' man, like Massa Jarvis, I'd be a lovin' ob him all the time." "Suppose he wouldn't let you?" "Can't tell me der's a man libin' who wouldn't be crazy fur yo' to lub him, Miss Bambi. Look at dat Mister Strong keeps a-comin' here." "What about him?" asked Bambi in surprise. "I see him lookin' at you. I see him." "Nonsense! He has to look at me to talk with me." "He don' need to do no talkin', wid his eyes a-workin' like dat." "You old romancer!" "Look a-heah, chile, dose cherries fo' to preserve. Dey ain't fo' eatin'. You're eatin' two and puttin' one in de pan." Bambi made a face at her. "What is your opinion of men, Ardelia?" "I tink dey's all right in dey place." "Where's their place?" "Out in the kennel wid the dawg!" said Ardelia, shaking with laughter. "All 'cepin' the Perfessor and Massa Jarvis," she added. "You think they are a lower order, do you?" "Yassum. I sho' do. Mos' of dem just clutterin' up the earth." "That's the reason you don't take that Johnson man on for good, is it?" "Sho'! I ain't a-goin' to cook and wash fo' no nigger dat ain't got no appreciashun, when I can cook and wash fo' the Perfessor dat know a lady when he sees her." "But he so infrequently sees her," giggled Bambi, _sotto voce_.