Twilight Stories
fine as a queen. 'Twarn't so in ole Patty's day. Den dar wos plenty-pies and turkeys. Lors, what stumpers! An' hull bar'ls o' flour, an' sugar, an' a creation sight of eberyting in de beyeutiful house, an' now look at dis ole shell!"     

       Maum Patty tossed her turban in intense scorn at each of the dark soot-begrimed walls of the place called kitchen.     

       "Missis ud feel more like folks," she said at each disdainful scrutiny,       "an' like as not git well, ef we cud cut sticks inter anudder home. Ef de chile only CUD do it!"     

       She peered anxiously down the dirty little brick walk again, then fetched a still longer sigh.     

       "I don't darst to!" she declared in a mighty burst at last. "I don't, cos wot ud keep us all from the pore-'us den. It's every speck I kin do ter keep along of de Miss an' Car'l an' take keer of 'em wi'dout a cent o'       pay; I don't darst tech my stockin' bag in de bank."     

       Maum Patty always spoke of her scanty savings deposited in the neighboring bank, in this way, fondly supposing them in the original condition in which ten years ago, she had taken them there for future shield against sickness and old age.     

       Meantime the little black nurse had begun her work.     

       Peering around Miss Sylvia's half-closed door, Viny exclaimed to herself,       "Umph! she don't want me; guess she's a'readin' now. I'll git into Miss Ca's room an' try on all her clo'es an' pertend I'm makin' calls, an' peek inter ebery single place whar I kin, an' I'll be a lady, an' dar sha'n't no one scold Viny."     

       "Viny," called Miss Sylvia's soft voice, hearing a rustle at the door.     

       "Dat's Jip she's a-talkin' ter, I reckon," said Viny, stealing off on her tiptoes down the hall, and sticking her fingers in her ears that she might hear no more troublesome conscience calls; "I seen him on de rug when I peeked in de crack. Now den—Whoop, says I, WHOOP!"     

       She was safe now in Caryl's room, where the first thing she did was to indulge in a series of somersaults over the floor, and also, for variety, over the neat little white bed. These afforded her intense comfort. When she came up bright and shining 
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