And they went out.
The President made an entry in the ledger.
"The old grandfather is said to be an invaluable hand at polishing plate," she said, with a sardonic look at her fellow philanthropists. "Any one who wishes may see his credentials after the meeting. Daughter, I called the next candidate."
"I have told her, ma."
"Come forward!" commanded the President.
The big mulatto woman wriggled about, and then got up, frightfully embarrassed, and by dint of kindly urging from "daughter" and the President, she was finally landed in front of the desk.
"Now," said the President, fixing the woman through her spectacles, "where have you resided?"
This question was repeated three times and in three forms.
"Oh, w'ere I libs? Up Corn Alley."
"But before you lived in Corn Alley, where did you come from?"