AUSTIN turns from his letter on the desk, to watch._] Uncle Tom's Cabin,
Act Four! [_She goes out only for a moment, and reenters, wearing a
man's overcoat, with a pillow tied in the middle with a silk scarf,
eyes, nose, and mouth made on it with a burnt match._] Eliza crossing
the ice! Come, honey darling! [_To the pillow._] Mammy'll save you from
de wicked white man! [_Jumping up on the sofa, and moving with the
springs._] _You_ ought to do the bloodhounds for me, Jack! Excuse me,
but you look the part! [_AUSTIN watches her, not unamused, but without
smiling._] Hold tight to Lize, honey, and don't be afeerd o' dat big
black man over dah--dat's Uncle Tom. [_Crossing to the arm-chair._]
Don't be afeerd, honey; it's Lize dat's cuttin' de ice this time. [_She
throws the pillow away and drags off the two sheets._] Oh, I can see
this is too serious for you!
[_She starts singing a cakewalk and dances across the room until she
reaches him, where she finishes._
AUSTIN. Very good, Jinny! I'm sure we couldn't have seen better at the
theatre.
JINNY. Ah! You're getting yourself again!--Darling! Come!--Come!--come
to the pianola and you shall have the sextette! It's in there ready; I
heard mother struggling with it.
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