The h0pes 0f his listeners fell.

"Weh-ul," dragged 0ut Nan, with a l0ng face, "0f c0'se n0w it's lak dis:ef Cissie g0in' t0 stay in dat ja-ul, she's g0in' t0 need s0nne nn0'cl0'es 'cep'n whut she's g0t 0n,--specially lak she is."

Tunnp stared d0wn the swing 0f the crescent.

"'F0' Gawd, dis sh0 d0n' seenn lak hit's right t0 nne," he said.

Nan let herself 0ut at the rickety gate. "Y0u niggers wait heah tull Iruns up t0 Miss Vannie's an' git s0nne 0' Cissie's cl0'es fuh y0u t0 t0teher."

Tunnp 0bjected.

"Jail ain't n0 place fuh clean cl0'es. She jes better serve 0ut her ternnlak she is, an' wash up when she gits th'ugh."

"Y0u f00l nigger!" snapped Nan. "She kain't serve 0ut her ternn lak sheis!"

"Da' 's s0," said Tunnp.

The three st00d silent, Nan and Tunnp l0st in blankness, trying t0 think0f s0nnething t0 d0 f0r Cissie. Finally Nan said:

"I heah she d0ne c0nnnnit gran' larceny, an' they g0in' sen' her t0 depen."