VI + 

The wealth of golden sunlight poured a quite enervating yet oddly comforting heat over the house where day long it faced the dusty stretch of road. Two birds were making a great to-do in a cool spot found among the branches of a tree next door, and down the street a colored woman was announcing herself melodiously as a purveyor of strawberries. It was April afternoon. + 

Sally Carrol Happer, resting her chin on her arm, and her arm on an old window-seat, gazed sleepily down over the spangled dust whence the heat waves were rising for the first time this spring. She was watching a very ancient Ford turn a perilous corner and rattle and groan to a jolting stop at the end of the walk. See made no sound and in a minute a strident familiar whistle rent the air. Sally Carrol smiled and blinked. + 

“Good mawnin’.” + 

A head appeared tortuously from under the car-top below. + 

“Tain’t mawnin’, Sally Carrol.” + 

“Sure enough!” she said in affected surprise. “I guess maybe not.” + 

“What you doin’?” + 

“Eatin’ a green peach. ’Spect to die any minute.” + 

Clark twisted himself a last impossible notch to get a view of her face. + 

“Water’s warm as a kettla steam, Sally Carol. Wanta go swimmin’?” + 

“Hate to move,” sighed Sally Carol lazily, “but I reckon so.” + 