to be taken up into her dear old mammy's lap. With her curlv head
pressed against Aunt Caroline's breast, she fell asleep in a little
while and was resting there long after Aunt Caroline had stopped
tilting her chair forward and backward--a way quite familiar to
Southern nurses in lulling children to sleep. In a little while she
had succumbed to the silent noon hour herself.

"Looka heah, nigger. What you mean holden dat chile in yer lap
and you fast ter sleep? Wake up. Yer heah? Miss Tiny is comin!"
Josiah shoved his brogan over Aunt Caroline's thinly shod foot and she
jerked her head up with a start.

"Bless mah soul!" She looked around with a frightened
appearance at the chairs with the mosquito netting over them and two
blue gray eyes were looking up into hers and a little fist was being
devoured.

"Here you are with the children," said a low, sweet voice.
"I've wondered if Lola was with you. Has the baby been asleep a long
time, Aunt Caroline?"

"Yes'm. She jest now waken up. Ain't she purty, Miss Tiny?
Just look at her little face looken like a cherub's. She shore is a
buiful chile. Looks a hole lot like you wid her big eyes, on'y dey
gray 'stead of black."

"Let me take Lola from you and you lift the baby and bring her
to the house."

"Yes'm." Aunt Caroline didn't lose an opportunity, however, to