Aunt Eve stood on the front door-step shaking the shovel at the crowd.
“Des put yo big flat hoofs in dis house ergin! I’ll split yo heads wide open! You black cattle!”
“Dat we will!” railed Dick as he cracked the whip at a little negro passing.
Charlie ran into his mother’s room to see what she was doing, and found her lying across the floor on her face.
“Aunt Eve, come quick, Mama’s dying!” he shouted.
They lifted her to the bed, and Dick ran for the doctor.
Dr. Graham looked very grave when he had completed his examination.
“Come here, my boy, I must tell you some sad news.”
Charlie’s big brown eyes glanced up with a startled look into the doctor’s face.
“Don’t tell me she’s dying, doctor, I can’t stand it.”