Suppose Mother died?
Other boys' mothers had died.
He had seen the hearses move away from the house and heard his small friends sobbing.
Suppose Mother should die?
Wade loved his mother very much, almost as much as he feared her, and the thought of her being carried away in a black hearse behind black horses with plumes on their bridles made his small chest ache so that he could hardly breathe.
When noon came and Peter was busy in the kitchen, Wade slipped out the front door and hurried home as fast as his short legs could carry him, fear speeding him.
Uncle Rhett or Aunt Melly or Mammy surely would tell him the truth.
But Uncle Rhett and Aunt Melly were not to be seen and Mammy and Dilcey sped up and down the back stairs with towels and basins of hot water and did not once notice him in the front hall.
From upstairs he could hear occasionally the curt tones of Dr. Meade whenever a door opened.
Once he heard his mother groan and he burst into sobbing hiccoughs.
He knew she was going to die.
For comfort, he made overtures to the honey- colored cat which lay on the sunny window sill in the front hall.
But Tom, full of years and irritable at disturbances, switched his tail and spat softly.
Finally, Mammy, coming down the front stairs, her apron rumpled and spotted, her head rag awry, saw him and scowled.
Mammy had always been Wade's mainstay and her frown made him tremble.
"You is de wustes' boy Ah ever seed," she said.
"Ain' Ah done sont you ter Miss Pitty's?
Gwan back dar!"
"Is Mother going to--will she die?"
"You is de troublesomes' chile Ah ever seed!
Die?
Gawdlmighty, no!
Lawd, boys is a tawment.
Ah doan see why de Lawd sen's boys ter folks.
Now, gwan way from here."
But Wade did not go.
He retreated behind the portieres in the hall, only half convinced by her words.
The remark about the troublesomeness of boys stung, for he had always tried his best to be good.
Aunt Melly hurried down the stairs half an hour later, pale and tired but smiling to herself.
She looked thunderstruck when she saw his woebegone face in the shadows of the drapery.
Usually Aunt Melly had all the time in the world to give him.
She never said, as Mother so often did:
"Don't bother me now.
I'm in a hurry" or
"Run away, Wade.
I am busy."
But this morning she said:
"Wade, you've been very naughty.
Why didn't you stay at Aunt Pitty's?"
"Is Mother going to die?"
"Gracious, no, Wade!
Don't be a silly child," and then, relenting:
"Dr. Meade has just brought her a nice little baby, a sweet little sister for you to play with, and if you are real good you can see her tonight.
Now, run out and play and don't make any noise."
Wade slipped into the quiet dining room, his small and insecure world tottering.
Was there no place for a worried little seven- year-old boy on this sunshiny day when the grown-ups acted so curiously?
He sat down on the window still in the alcove and nibbled a bit of the elephant's ear which grew in a box in the sun.
It was so peppery that it stung his eyes to tears and he began to cry.
Mother was probably dying, nobody paid him any heed and one and all, they rushed about because of a new baby--a girl baby.
Wade had little interest in babies, still less in girls.