"An' look yere, Mr. Starbuck, while
I'se gone to the pos' office don't you reckon you kin think up suthin'
fur me ter do?"
"How willing he is to work," Mrs. Mayfield sympathetically remarked.
Kintchin ducked his head at her. "W'y, Lawd bless yo' life, honey, I
doan know nuthin' else. One time not long ergo I foun' o' er mawnin' dat
I wuz monst'us tired, an' den I come ter fin' out dat I been er gittin'
up an' er workin' in my sleep. Yas'm."
He looked at Jasper, expecting something, and it came: "Was that the
time they found the ham under yo' bed?"
"Mr. Starbuck, whut you all de time come er talkin' datter way fur?
Ain't dar nuthin' in dis life ter talk erbout 'cept politics? Doan you
know you got er soul ter save? Doan you know dat de Lawd frown on
slander? I doan care fur myse'f but I hate ter see er good man fling
erway his chances o' de salvation. An' suthin' gwine happen ter you ef
you keeps on 'sposin' yo'se'f."
Starbuck good naturedly drove him out, clucking at him as if he were a
horse. Lou slowly folded the paper which she had been gazing at during
all this time and said: "Oh, you must let me keep this.
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