Dis way, Manse Harry.

You been 'cross de big water, ain't ye?
Dat's what I heared.

Aunt Jemima been mighty good, but we can't go on dis way much longer." Still talking, forging ahead in the darkness through the narrow street choked with horseless drays, Todd swung into a dingy yard, mounted a flight of rickety wooden steps, and halted at an unpainted door.

Turning the knob softly he beckoned silently to Harry, and the two stepped into a small room lighted by a low lamp placed on the hearth, its rays falling on a cot bed and a few chairs.

Beside a cheap pine table sat Aunt Jemima, rocking noiselessly.