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	“M~fl~fly look down at me and she say to de white man wid a beard, ‘Marse, please sir, give me five cent worth peppermint candy.‘ Den when he hand her de bag she break off il‘ piece and hand it to me, and wall her eyes at me and say in a low voice, ‚ ~Qn~ you dare git none dat red on yo ~ clean .shirt, if‘ you wants to git home widout gitting wo‘ plumb smack out.‘

	“Den she talk about de bonnets. Finally she gil; one fer ten dollars worth o‘ cotton. Money wasn‘t nothing in dem times .-- ~3y dis time us had done s tarted on our return home änd I was starting to feel more like I allus felt.

	~	“Nigger, what dat you is done gone and got on dat clean thirt? Didn‘t you hear me tell you not to git dat new shirt alired? Look dar a streaming dawn off‘n your chin at dar red. How is I gwine to ever teach you anything, when you act jest like a nigger from some pore white trashes poor land?‘

	; “‘When we gits to dat branch now I‘~ got to stop and was h dat dirty b lack mouth and den I can‘ t gît dat red candy off‘n dat shirt. What oie lady Abbie gwine to say to ye ~then she see you done gone and act like you ain‘t never seed

no quality befo‘?	. ~

	“Atter I has done tole you all de way from home

how you must sot at de post den you goes and does like you is. Airit never gwine to carry you nowhars ‘gin long as I lives.

“Bead dat lazy, good-‘fer-nothing back so as I

won‘ t git you wet al I de way down your belly, you hear me~ Now you is looking like you belongs to Marse Tom ‘gin. Gimme dat