But I think you ought to have it washed, Uncle Braddock." "Wash him!" said Uncle Braddock, with a chuckle, as if the suggestion was a very funny joke; "dat wouldn't do, no how.

He'd wash all to bits, and the pins would stick 'em in the hands.

Couldn't wash him, Miss Kate; it's too late for dat now.

Might have washed him before de war, p'raps.
We was stronger, den.

But what you getherin sumac for, Miss Kate?
If you white folks goes pickin it all, there won't be none lef' soon fur de cull'ed people, dat's mighty certain." "Why, I'm picking it for the colored people," said Kate, "at least for one colored person." "Why don't you let 'em pick it the'rselves ?" asked the old man.
"Because Aunt Matilda can't do it," said Kate.
"Is dat sumac fur Aunt Matilda ?" said Uncle Braddock.
"Yes, it is," said Kate, "and Harry's been gathering some, and we're going to pick enough to get her all she wants.