“Nor, suh, I don't” She gave a whimper. “I wants my money. I wants to git hold of dat black nigger what 's done rob me talkin' 'bout bein' sich a friend o' Caesar's.”
“Do you want to go home?”
“Dis is my home.” She spoke humbly, but firmly.
Two days afterward Mrs. Graeme said:
“Cabell, Mammy is converted. It is like old times.”
“I think it will last,” said her husband. “She is out four hundred and fifty-five dollars, and the Mount Salem flock is temporarily without a shepherd. The Rev. Amos Johnson was gathered in this morning for fleecing one of his sheep and signing the wrong name to a check.”