He do seem so onfeelin'.
He loved that man bettah than anything on this yearth, an' I s'posed he'd take his death mighty hard; but what you reckon he said to me this mawnin'.

I was i'onin' my black aidged handkerchief to take, when he says to me, sezee, 'What you want to put on mo'nin' for Rev'und Gawge for?
He said to tell you all that he jus' gone through the toll-gate.'" "You don't tell me!" exclaimed Aunt Susan.

"That sut'n'ly sounds on-natchel in a chile like him." "Yes," continued Mammy, "I haven't seen him shed a tear.

He jus' wandahs around the yard, same as if nothin' had happened, and nevah says a word about it." [Illustration: Sat alone by the church steps] She did not know how many times he slipped away from the other children and sat alone by the church steps, where he had so often listened to George's vesper melodies.

She did not know what mournful cadences of memory thrilled him, as he rocked himself back and forth among the dead weeds, with his arms around his knees and his head bowed on them.