For her "white folks" Aunt Lucy spread a cloth at one end of this long table, placing also in order the few pieces of china and silver that had survived a life of vicissitudes.
"I may be poor," said Buford, commenting grimly on the rude appearance of the board, "and I reckon we always will be poor, but when the time comes that I can't have a silver spoon in my coffee, then I want to die." "Major!" said Mrs.Buford reprovingly from the head of the table, where she sat in state, "I do not like to hear you speak in that way.

We are in the hands of the Lord." "Quite right," said Buford, "and I beg pardon.

But, really, this country does bring some changes, and we ourselves surely change with it.

No one seems to think of the past out here." "Don' you b'lieve I don' never think o' the past!" broke in a deep and uninvited voice, much to Mrs.Buford's disquietude.

"This yer sho'hly is a lan' o' Sodom an' Tomorrow.