Hold still, Sally Ann--_My lord_, I mean--till I get it tied in the right place." "Be keerful, Miss Virgie," advised the colored girl.

"You's a-ticklin' my nose.

I'se gwine to sneeze ef yo' don't, and jes blow my beard all away." "Oh, don't be such a baby," remonstrated the earnest Miss Virginia, with a correcting slap.

"S'pose you were a man an' had to wear one all the time.

Now! Stand up! Look, Mother!" "I'm afraid of him already.