“You mean one of those picture postal cards?”
“I ain’t nebber had none o’ dem cahds yit.”
Morey laughed.
“You can have cinnamon drops, Amos, but we’re not sending back post cards yet.”
The two boys consumed their ham and eggs and left the dining-room.
“Mr. Marshall,” exclaimed the proprietor, as Morey passed through the combination parlor and office, “I reckon you know ’taint customary for colored persons to eat in the main dinin’ room.”
“I don’t object,” answered the boy.
“Some o’ the folks about here is findin’ fault.”
“But we were in there alone.”
“It’s the principle o’ the thing. Colored folks has their place.”