Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered

235/260word by the bailiff to Mr. Prescott they wanted to testify in the case.Tea Cake was a good boy. He had been good to that woman. No niggerwoman ain’t never been treated no better. Naw suh! He worked like adog for her and nearly killed himself saving her in the storm, thensoon as he got a little fever from the water, she had took up with anotherman. Sent for him to come there from way off. Hanging was toogood. All they wanted was a chance to testify. The bailiff went up andthe sheriff and the judge, and the police chief, and the lawyers all cametogether to listen for a few minutes, then they parted again and thesheriff took the stand and told how Janie had come to his house withthe doctor and how he found things when he drove out to hers.Then they called Dr. Simmons and he told about Tea Cake’s sicknessand how dangerous it was to Janie and the whole town, and howhe was scared for her and thought to have Tea Cake locked up in thejail, but seeing Janie’s care he neglected to do it. And how he foundJanie all bit in the arm, sitting on the floor and petting Tea Cake’shead when he got there. And the pistol right by his hand on the floor.Then he stepped down.“Any further evidence to present, Mr. Prescott?” the judge asked.“No, Your Honor. The State rests.”The palm tree dance began again among the Negroes in the back.They had come to talk. The State couldn’t rest until it heard.“Mistah Prescott, Ah got somethin’ tuh say,” Sop-de-Bottom spokeout anonymously from the anonymous herd.The courtroom swung round on itself to look.“If you know what’s good for you, you better shut your mouth upuntil somebody calls you,” Mr. Prescott told him coldly.