again, each looking up with admiring eyes into the face of one of the men.
"Mens an' 'omans ain't de same," said Porgy. "One mont' ago dem gals been libbin' wid dey own mens. Den de storm tek um. Now dey is fuhgit um a'ready, an' gibbin' dey lub tuh de nex'."
"No; dey is diff'rent fuh true," replied Bess. "An' yuh won't nebber onduhstan'. All two dem gal gots baby fuh keep alibe." She heaved a deep sigh; and then added, "Dey is jus' 'oman, an' nigger at dat. Dey is doin' de bes' dey kin-dat all."
She was looking down at the baby while she spoke, and when she raised her eyes and looked at Porgy, he saw that they were full of tears.
"But you, Bess; you is diff'rent f'om dat?" he said, with a gently interrogating note in his voice.
"Dat 'cause Gawd ain't mek but one Porgy!" she told him. "Any 'oman gots tuh be decent wid you. But I gots fuh tell yuh de trut', widout Porgy I is jus' like de res'."
A shadow drifted across their laps, and they lifted their faces to the sky.
A solitary buzzard had left the circle that had hung high in the air all morning, and was swinging back and forth over the Row, almost brushing the parapet of the roof as
