AN EVENING WITH THE KU-KLUX
"Dat what folks tell me. I hear my own color sesso," replied Aunt Minervy Ann.
"I'd be glad to stay with you, Tumlin," the Colonel declared; "but—well, under the circumstances, I think I'd better fill that engagement. Justice to my family demands it."
"Well," responded Major Perdue, "if you are going, I reckon we'd just as well go, too."
"Huh!" exclaimed Aunt Minervy Ann, "ef gwine's de word, dey can't nobody beat me gittin' way fum here. Dey may beat me comin' back, I ain't 'sputin' dat; but dey can't beat me gwine 'way, I'm ol', but I got mighty nigh ez much go in me ez a quarter-hoss."
Colonel Blasengame leaned back in his chair and studied the ceiling. "It seems to me, Tumlin, we might compromise on this. Suppose we get Hamp to come in here. Minervy Ann can stay out there in the kitchen and throw a rock against the back door when the Ku-Klux come."
Aunt Minervy Ann fairly gasped. "Who? Me? I'll die fust. I'll t'ar dat do' down; I'll holler twel ev'ybody in de neighborhood come a-runnin'. Ef you don't b'lieve me, you des try me. I'll paw up dat back-yard."
Major Perdue went to the back door and called
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