And so now in these new spring days, it was with Rose that Melanctha began again to wander.  Rose always knew very well in herself what was the right way to do when you wandered.  Rose knew very well, she was not just any common kind of black girl, for she had been raised by white folks, and Rose always saw to it that she was engaged to him when she had any one man with whom she ever always wandered.  Rose always had strong in her the sense for proper conduct.  Rose always was telling the complex and less sure Melanctha, what was the right way she should do when she wandered.

Rose never knew much about Jeff Campbell with Melanctha Herbert.  Rose had not known about Melanctha Herbert when she had been almost all her time with Dr. Campbell.

Jeff Campbell did not like Rose when he saw her with Melanctha.  Jeff would never, when he could help it, meet her.  Rose did not think much about Dr. Campbell.  Melanctha never talked much about him to her.  He was not important now to be with her.

Rose did not like Melanctha’s old friend Jane Harden when she saw her.  Jane despised Rose for an ordinary, stupid, sullen black girl.  Jane could not see what Melanctha could find in that black girl, to endure her.  It made Jane sick to see her.  But then Melanctha had a good mind, but she certainly never did care much to really use it.  Jane Harden now really never cared any more to see Melanctha, though Melanctha still always tried to be good to her.  And Rose, she hated that stuck up, mean speaking, nasty, drunk thing, Jane Harden.  Rose did not see how Melanctha could bear to ever see her, but Melanctha always was so good to everybody, she never would know how to act to people the way they deserved that she should do it.

Rose did not know much about Melanctha, and Jeff Campbell and Jane Harden.  All Rose knew about Melanctha was her old life with her mother and her father.  Rose was always glad to be good to poor Melanctha, who had had such an awful time with her mother and her father, and now she was alone and had nobody who could help her.  “He was a awful black man to you Melanctha, I like to get my hands on him so he certainly could feel it.  I just would Melanctha, now you hear me.”

Perhaps it was this simple faith and simple anger and simple moral way of doing in Rose, that Melanctha now found such a comfort to her.  Rose was selfish and was stupid and was lazy, but she was decent and knew always what was the right way she should do, and what she wanted, and she certainly did admire how bright was her friend Melanctha Herbert, and she certainly did feel how very much it was she always suffered and she scolded her to keep her from more trouble, and she never was angry when she found some of the different ways Melanctha Herbert sometimes had to do it.

And so always Rose and Melanctha were more and more together, and Jeff Campbell could now hardly ever any more be alone with Melanctha.