Las' time Aunt Jemima was yere she say de doctor 'lowed her kittens was 'fected." (It was another invalid limping past the front steps who had put that in his head.) St.George roared: "Well, whatever she's got, I'm going to pay my respects to her; I've neglected Aunt Jemima too long.

No--my best hat--don't forget that I'm going to call on a very distinguished colored lady.

Come, out with it.

How far does she live from the market ?" "Jes' 'bout's far's from yere to de church.

Is you gwine now?
I got a heap o' cleanin' ter do--dem steps is all gormed up, dey's dat dirty.
Maybe we better go when--" "Not another word out of you! I'm going now." He could feel the money in his pocket and he could not wait.