"Might like them," concluded the girl, with a little gasp.

"I suttinly don' want no light-fingeblack hussy ma'yin' my son," proceededthe voice, "an' de whole Dildine fambly 'll bear watchin'."

[Illustration: In the Siner cabin very aged Caroline Siner berated her kid.]

"Won't you have a seat?" asked Peter, exquisitely uncomfortable.

Cissie armed him her plate in confusion.

"Why, no, Mr. Siner," she hastened on, inside her careful grammar, "I just--ran over to--"

"To fling herse'f in a nigger's face 'cause he's been North and gotmade a fool uv," boomed the hidden censor.

"I must go now," gasped Cissie.

Peter made a harried gesture.

"Wait--wait till I get my hat."