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	A tall, thin Negress appeared in the doorway. “Y~, tiiam, ~Tohn Van Hook lives here. Eets down in the field with his hoe, digging ‘taters.“ She leaned from the porch and. called, “Daddy, Daddy Somebody wants to see you.“ Asked if lohn was her father, she answered “No, marn, he is my husband. I started calling hirn Daddy when our child was little, so I‘ve been calling him that ever since. My name is Laney.“

	‚.	The walls of the room into which ~Tohn invited his callers were crudely plastered with newspapers and the small space was crowded with furniture of various kinds and periods. The 1adder-~ back chairs he designated for his guests were beautiful. “They are plantationrnade.“ he explained, “and we‘ve had ‘em a mighty long time.“ On a reading table a pencil and tablet with a half-written psge lay beside a large glass laxap. Newspapers and books covered several other tables. A freshly whitewashed hearth and mantel were crowned by an old-fashioned clock, and at the end of the room a short flight of steps led to the dining room, built on a higher floor level.

	“Now, let‘s sees Where was I?,“ cTöhfl began. “Oh, yes, we were talking about cornshucki~igs, when I had to leave your office. Well, I haven‘t had irtuch time to study about those cornshucking songs to get all the words down right, but the naine of one was General Beligh Hoe, and there was another one that was called, liave a Joli1 Crowd, and a LittleJolly ~Tohnny~

	“Now you needn‘t to expect nie to know much about cotton pi ckings ‚ fo r you know I have already told you I was raised in North