you sleep. I bet you aint had a full night's sleep since you lef.'
'No,' Mother says. 'dont you know what the doctor says? Why must you encourage him to drink? That's what's the matter with him now. Look at me, I suffer too, but I'm not so weak that I must kill myself with whiskey.'
'Fiddlesticks,' Father says. 'What do doctors know? They make their livings advising people to do whatever they are not doing at the time, which is the extent of anyone's knowledge of the degenerate ape. You'll have a minister in to hold my hand next.' Then Mother cried, and he went out. Went down stairs, and then I heard the sideboard. I woke up and heard him going down again. Mother had gone to sleep or something, because the house was quiet at last. He was trying to be quiet too, because I couldn't hear him, only the bottom of his nightshirt and his bare legs in front of the sideboard.
Dilsey fixed the cradle and undressed her and put her in it. She never had waked up since he brought her in the house.
'She pretty near too big fer hit,' Dilsey says. 'Dar now. I gwine spread me a pallet right across de hall, so you wont need to git up in de night.'
'I wont sleep,' Mother says. 'You go on home. I wont mind. I'll be happy to give the rest of my life to her, if I can just prevent--'
'Hush, now,' Dilsey says. 'We gwine take keer of her. En you go on to bed too,' she says to me. 'You got to go to school tomorrow.'
So I went out, then Mother called me back and cried on me a while.
'You are my only hope,' she says. 'Every night I thank God for you.' While we were waiting there for them to start she says Thank God if he had to be taken too, it is you left me and not Quentin. Thank God you are not a Compson, because all I have left now is you and Maury and I says, Well I could spare Uncle Maury myself. Well, he kept on patting her hand with his black glove, talking away from her. He took them off when his turn with the shovel came. He got up near the first, where they were holding the umbrellas over them, stamping every now and then and trying to kick the mud off their feet and sticking to the shovels so they'd have to knock it off, making a hollow sound when it fell on it, and when I stepped back around the hack I could see him behind a tombstone, taking another one out of a bottle. I thought he never was going to stop because I had on my new suit too, but it happened that there wasn't much mud on the wheels yet, only Mother saw it and says I dont know when you'll ever have another one and Uncle Maury says, 'Now, now. Dont you worry at all. You have me to depend on, always.'
And we have. Always. The fourth letter was from him. But there wasn't any need to open it. I could have written it myself, or recited it to her from memory, adding ten dollars just to be safe. But I had a hunch about that other letter. I just felt that it was about time she was up to some of her tricks again. She got pretty wise after that first time. She found out pretty quick that I was a different breed of cat from Father. When they begun to get it filled up toward the top Mother started crying sure enough, so Uncle Maury got in with her and drove off. He says You can come in with somebody; they'll be glad to give you a lift. I'll have to take your mother on and I thought about saying, Yes you ought to brought two bottles instead of just one only I thought about where we were, so I let them go on. Little they cared how wet I got, because then Mother could have a whale of a time being afraid I was taking pneumonia.
Well, I got to thinking about that and watching them throwing dirt into it, slapping it on anyway like they were making mortar or something or building a fence, and I began to feel sort of funny and so I decided to walk around a while. I thought that if I went toward town they'd catch up and be trying to make me get in one of them, so I went on back toward the nigger graveyard. I got under some cedars, where the rain didn't come much, only dripping now and then, where I could see when they got through and went away. After a while they were all gone and I waited a minute and came out.
I had to follow the path to keep out of the wet grass so I didn't see her until I was pretty near there, standing there in a black cloak, looking at the flowers. I knew who it was right off, before she turned and looked at me and lifted up her veil.
'Hello, Jason,' she says, holding out her hand. We shook hands.
'What are you doing here?' I says. 'I thought you promised her you wouldn't come back here. I thought you had more sense than that.'
'Yes?' she says. She looked at the flowers again. There must have been fifty dollars' worth. Somebody had put one bunch on Quentin's. 'You did?' she says.
'I'm not surprised though,' I says. 'I wouldn't put anything past you. You dont mind anybody. You dont give a dam about anybody.'
'Oh,' she says, 'that job.' She looked at the grave. 'I'm sorry about that, Jason.'
'I bet you are,' I says. 'You'll talk mighty meek now. But you needn't have come back. There's not anything left. Ask Uncle Maury, if you dont believe me.'
'I dont want anything,' she says. She looked at the grave. 'Why didn't they let me know?' she says. 'I just happened to see it in the paper. On the back page. Just happened to.'
I didn't say anything. We stood there, looking at the grave, and then I got to thinking about when we were little and one thing and another and I got to feeling funny again, kind of mad or something, thinking about now we'd have Uncle Maury around the house all the time, running things like the way he left me to come home in the rain by myself. I says,
'A fine lot you care, sneaking in here soon as he's dead. But it wont do you any good. Dont think that you can take advantage of this to come sneaking back. If you cant stay on the horse you've got, you'll have to walk,' I says. 'We dont even know your name at that house,' I says. 'Do you know that? We dont even know your name. You'd be better off if you were down there with him and Quentin,' I says. 'Do you know that?'
'I know it,' she says. 'Jason,' she says, looking at the grave, 'if you'll fix it so I can see her a minute I'll give you fifty dollars.'
'You haven't got fifty dollars,' I says.
'Will you?' she says, not looking at me.
'Let's see it,' I says. 'I dont believe you've got fifty dollars.'
I could see where her hands were moving under her cloak, then she held her hand out. Dam if it wasn't full of money. I could see two or three yellow ones.
'Does he still give you money?' I says. 'How much does he send you?'
'I'll give you a hundred,' she says. 'Will you?'
'Just a minute,' I says. 'And just like I say. I wouldn't have her know it for a thousand dollars '
'Yes,' she says. 'Just like you say do it. Just so I see her a minute. I wont beg or do anything. I'll go right on away.'
'Give me the money,' I says.
'I'll give it to you afterward,' she says.
'dont you trust me?' I says.
'No,' she says. 'I know you. I grew up with you.'
'You're a fine one to talk about trusting people,' I says. 'Well,' I says. 'I got to get on out of the rain. Goodbye.' I made to go away.
'Jason,' she says. I stopped.
'Yes?' I says. 'Hurry up. I'm getting wet.'
'All right,' she says. 'Here.' There wasn't anybody in sight. I went back and took the money. She still held to it. 'You'll do it?' she says, looking at me from under the veil. 'You promise?'
'Let go,' I says. 'You want somebody to come along and see us?'
She let go. I put the money in my pocket. 'You'll do it, Jason?' she says. 'I wouldn't ask you, if there was any other way.'
'You dam right there's no other way,' I says. 'Sure I'll do it. I said I would, didn't I? Only you'll have to do just like I say, now.'
'Yes,' she says. 'I will.' So I told her where to be, and went to the livery stable. I hurried and got there just as they were unhitching the hack. I asked if they had paid for it yet and he said No and I said Mrs Compson forgot something and wanted it again, so they let me take it. Mink was driving. I bought him a cigar, so we drove around until it begun to get dark on the back streets where they wouldn't see him. Then Mink said he'd have to take the
