dropped her into outer darkness, and returned to the window.
A crash caused her to turn suddenly. There was the woman again, sprawled across the table as before.
"I swear tuh Gawd!" exclaimed the provoked negress. "Ef yuh ain't de persistentes' nigger I ebber seen." She went over, lifted the woman's head, and looked into eyes in the far depths of which a human soul was flickering feebly.
"Somethin' tuh eat," the woman whispered. "Lemme hab somethin' tuh eat, an' I'll go."
Growling like an approaching equinoctial gale, Maria brought bread and fish; and emptying the dregs of the coffeepot into a cup, placed it before her.
"Now, eat an' trabble, Sister," she advised laconically.
The woman raised her head. An ugly scar marked her left cheek, and the acid of utter degradation had etched hard lines about her mouth; but eyes into which human consciousness was returning looked fearlessly into the determined face of the big negress. For a moment she ate wolfishly; then asked suddenly:
"Who lib in dat room 'cross de way?"
"Porgy," she was informed, "but such as
