"Hold, son! The bundle comes down over my ears. Raise it a little. A 'sifting meeting'? Where? Oh! at the church? Raise up the bundle again, son. Now hold it there. Now tell me about it."
"That's all, Sister Polly."
"No! No! It's been five years since we had one. You heard your mother tell about it, didn't you?"
"Yes, but——"
"I know you did; she was there. Sister Renfro was there. I was there. It was a glorious time."
"Yes, Sister Polly, but——"
"My head's just beginning to rest, son. Well, the negroes lied and lied, but one told the truth."
"May I put the bundle on the ground?"
"The clothes are clean, son. I'll head them again soon. That sister told the truth and her head fell. Hold a little longer."