Hush."
"Nome I wont," Luster said. "I drives wid T. P." Dilsey rocked back and forth, holding Ben. "Miss Cahline say ef you cant quiet him, she gwine git up en come down en do hit."
"Hush, honey," Dilsey said, stroking Ben's head. "Luster, honey," she said. "Will you think about yo ole mammy en drive dat surrey right?"
"Yessum," Luster said. "I drive hit jes like T. P."
Dilsey stroked Ben's head, rocking back and forth.
"I does de tees I kin," she said. "Lewd knows dat.
Go git it, den," she said, rising.
Luster scuttled out.
Ben held the slipper, crying. "Hush, now.
Luster gone to git de surrey en take you to de graveyard.
We aint gwine risk gittin yo cap," she said.
She went to a closet contrived of a calico curtain hung across a corner of the room and got the felt hat she had worn. "We's down to worse'n dis, ef folks jes knowed," she said. "You's de Lawd's chile anyway.
En I be His'n too, fo long, praise Jesus.
Here." She put the hat on his head and buttoned his coat.
He wailed steadily.
She took the slipper from him and put it away and they went out.
Luster came up, with an ancient white horse in a battered and lopsided surrey.
"You gwine be careful, Luster?" she said.
"Yessum," Luster said.
She helped Ben into the back seat.
He had ceased crying, but now he began to whimper again.
"Hit's his flower," Luster said. "Wait, I'll git him one."
"You set right dar," Dilsey said.
She went and took the cheekstrap. "Now, hurry en git him one." Luster ran around the house, toward the garden.
He came back with a single .
"Dat un broke," Dilsey said. "Whyn't you git him a good un?"
"Hit de onliest one I could find," Luster said. "Y'all took all of um Friday to dec'rate de church.
Wait, I'll fix hit." So while Dilsey held the horse Luster put a splint on the flower stalk with a twig and two bits of string and gave it to Ben.
Then he mounted and took the reins.
Dilsey still held the bridle.
"You knows de way now?" she said. "Up de street, round de square, to de graveyard, den straight back home."
"Yessum," Luster said. "Hum up, Queenie."
"You gwine be careful, now?"
"Yessum."
Dilsey released the bridle.
"Hum up, Queenie," Luster said.
"Here," Dilsey said. "You hen me dat whup."
"Aw, mammy," Luster said.
"Give hit here," Dilsey said, approaching the wheel.
Luster gave it to her reluctantly.
"I wont never git Queenie started now."
"Never you mind about dat," Dilsey said. "Queenie know mo bout whar she gwine den you does.
All you got to do es set dar en hold dem reins.
You knows de way, now?"
"Yessum.
Same way T. P. goes ev'y Sunday."
"Den you do de same thing dis Sunday."
"Cose I is.
Aint I drove fer T. P. mo'n a hund'ed times?"
"Den do hit again," Dilsey said. "G'awn, now.