In the dusky hail loomed a gigantic black figure in a blue checked dress, blue turban on head.
"Marse Dick ?" she said.
"Juliana!" he exclaimed.

"How did you know that I was here ?" "Ain't I done heard Miss Em'ly cry out, me always sleepin' so light, an' I hears her run down the hail.

An' then I dresses an' comes an' sees you two through the crack o' the do', an' then I waits till you come in." Dick gave her a most affectionate greeting, knowing that she was as true as steel.

She rejoiced in her flowery name, as many other colored women rejoiced in theirs, but her heart inhabited exactly the right spot in her huge anatomy.

She drew mother and son into the sitting-room, where low coals still burned on the hearth.