“You’ve got to eat if I say you have.” Caddy said. “Hasn’t he, Dilsey.”
The bowl steamed up to my face, and Versh’s hand dipped the spoon in it and the steam tickled into my mouth.
“I dont want any more.” Quentin said. “How can they have a party when Damuddy’s sick.”
“They’ll have it downstairs.” Caddy said. “She can come to the landing and see it. That’s what I’m going to do when I get my nightie on.”
“Mother was crying.” Quentin said. “Wasn’t she crying, Dilsey.”
“Dont you come pestering at me, boy.” Dilsey said. “I got to get supper for all them folks soon as you all get done eating.”
After a while even Jason was through eating, and he began to cry.
“Now you got to tune up.” Dilsey said.
“He does it every night since Damuddy was sick and he cant sleep with her.” Caddy said. “Cry baby.”
“I’m going to tell on you.” Jason said.
He was crying. “You’ve already told.” Caddy said. “There’s not anything else you can tell, now.”
“You all needs to go to bed.” Dilsey said. She came and lifted me down and wiped my face and hands with a warm cloth. “Versh, can you get them up the back stairs quiet. You, Jason, shut up that crying.”
“It’s too early to go to bed now.” Caddy said. “We dont ever have to go to bed this early.”