“This very ungrateful world.  Major there, he not say, ’Thank you, Jeekie, Jeekie, you great, wonderful man.  Brave Jeekie, artful Jeekie.  Jeekie smart as paint who make all world believe just what he like, and one too many for Asika herself.’  No, no, he say nothing like that.  He say ‘thank Prov’dence,’ not ‘Jeekie,’ as though Prov’dence do all them things.  White folk think they clever, but great fools, really, don’t know nothing.  Prov’dence all very well in his way—­p’raps, but Prov’dence not a patch on Jeekie.

“Hullo! moon get behind cloud and there second bell; think Jeekie go down and wait dinner; lonely up here and sure Asika never stand ’lectric light.”