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Zenie 's face at once assumed a look of concern and lifting her head she pondered far-off possibilities . `` Zeke , he home so little , '' she began , and her voice had an ineffable sadness , `` I likes to be home when he come . '' `` But you _ can _ be at home when he comes , '' Mary Louise explained with a patience which she far from felt . `` You can get off directly dishes are done -- seven o'clock every evening , I 'm sure . '' `` I know , '' responded Zenie , still doubting . `` But Zeke , he gone at night . Mos ' eve ' night .