"She left you here--all by yourself ?" "Yes, sir," said the child, with a careless laugh.

"But _I_ don't mind.
Sally Ann was a triflin' nigger, anyhow.

You see--" "Wait a minute," he interrupted, "what became of the old colored man who--" "Uncle Billy?
Yes, sir.

We sent him up to Richmond--to get some things, but he can't come back--the Yankees won't let him." "Won't they ?" "No, sir.

An' Daddy's been tryin' to get me up to Richmon', where my Aunt Margaret lives at, but he can't--'cause the Yankees are up the river an' down the river, an'-- an' everywhere--an' he can't." She paused, as Morrison turned to her from his restless pacing up and down.
"My, but you've got fine clo'es! Daddy's clo'es are all rags--with--with holes in 'em." He could not answer.