"Yes, Cissie, I understand now"

Peter recognized the white aprons and the swords and spears of the
Knights and Ladies of Tabor

Up and down its street flows the slow negro life of the village

In the Siner cabin old Caroline Siner berated her boy

The old gentleman turned around at last

"You-you mean you want m-me--to go with you, Cissie?" he stammered

"Naw yuh don't," he warned sharply. "You turn roun' an' march on to
Niggertown"

The bridal couple embarked for Cairo





BIRTHRIGHT



CHAPTER I