“Fanny talk jes’ that way. Goin’ be big dinnuh potty, an’ thishere blue-vein fam’ly tell Fanny they want whole lot of extry sploogin’; tell her put fine lookin cullud man stan’ by drawin’-room do’--ask ev’ybody name an’ holler out whatever name they say, jes’ as they walk in. Thishere fam’ly say they goin’ show what’s what, ’nis town, an’ they boun’ Fanny go git ’em a ’nouncer. ‘Well, what’s mattuh _you_ doin’ ’at ’nouncin’?’ Fanny say. ‘Who--me?’ I tell her. ‘Yes, you kin too!’ she say, an’ she say len’ me ’at waituh suit yoosta b’long ole Henry Gimlet what die’ when he owin’ Fanny sixteen dolluhs--an’ Fanny tuck an’ keep ’at waituh suit. She use ’at suit on extry waituhs when she got some on her hands what ain’ got no waituh suit. ‘You wear ’at suit,’ Fanny say, ‘an’ you be good ’nouncer, ’cause you’ a fine, big man, an’ got a big gran’ voice; nen you learn befo’ long be a waituh, Genesis, ’an git dolluh an’ half ev’y even’ you waitin’, ’sides all ’at money you make cuttin’ grass daytime.’ Well, suh, I’z stan’ up doin’ ’at ’nouncin’ ve’y nex’ night. White lady an’ ge’lmun walk todes my do’, I step up to ’em--I step up to ’em thisaway.” Here Genesis found it pleasant to present the scene with some elaboration. He dropped the handle of the freezer, rose, assumed a stately but ingratiating expression and “stepped up” to the imagined couple, using a pacing and rhythmic gait--a conservative prance, which plainly indicated the simultaneous operation of an orchestra. Then bending graciously, as though the persons addressed were of dwarfish stature, “’Scuse me,” he said, “but kin I please be so p’lite as to ’quiah you’ name?” For a moment he listened attentively, then nodded, and, returning with the same aristocratic undulations to an imaginary doorway near the freezer, “Misto an’ Missuz Orlosko Rinktum!” he proclaimed sonorously. “_Who?_” cried Jane, fascinated. “Genesis, ’nounce that again, right away!” Genesis heartily complied. “Misto an’ Missuz Orlosko Rinktum!” he bawled. “Was that really their names?” she asked eagerly. “Well, I kine o’ fergit,” Genesis admitted, resuming his work with the freezer. “Seem like I rickalect _somebody_ got name good deal like what I say, ’cause some mighty blue-vein names at ’at dinnuh-potty, yes-suh! But I on’y git to be ’nouncer one time, ’cause Fanny tellin’ me nex’ fam’ly have dinnuh-potty make heap o’ fun. Say I done my ’nouncin’ good as kin be, but say what’s use holler’n names jes’ fer some the neighbors or they own aunts an’ uncles to walk in, when ev’rybody awready knows ’em? So Fanny pummote me to waituh, an’ I roun’ right in amongs’ big doin’s mos’ ev’y night. Pass ice-cream, lemonade, lemon-ice, cake, sammitches. ‘Lemme han’ you lil mo’ chicken-salad, ma’am’--‘’Low me be so kine as to git you f’esh cup coffee, suh’--’s way ole Genesis talkin’ ev’y even’ ’ese days!” Jane looked at him thoughtfully. “Do you like it better than cuttin’ grass, Genesis?” she asked. He paused to consider.