FOLKS FROM DIXIE
never eben lookin' back at de house. I did n't see Mas' Jack fu' de res' of de day, an' he did n't come in to suppah. But I seed Aunt Emmerline an' I knowed dat she had been somewhah an' knowed ez much ez I did erbout whut was gwine on, but I never broached a word erbout hit to huh. I seed she was oneasy, but I kep' still 'twell she say, 'Whut you reckon keepin' Mas' Tho'nton out so late?' Den I jes say, 'I ain't reck'nin' 'bout de white folks' bus'ness.' She looked a little bit cut at fus', den she jes' go on lak nuffin' had n't happened: 'I 's mighty 'sturbed 'bout young Mas'; he never stays erway f'om suppah 'dout sayin' somep'n'.'
"'Oh, I reckon he kin fin' suppah somewhah else.' I says dis don't keer lak jes' fu' to lead huh on.
"'I ain't so much pestered 'bout his suppah,' she say; 'I 's feared he gwine do somep'n' he had n't ought to do after dat qua'l 'twixt him an' his pappy.'
"'Did dey have a qua'l?' says I.
"'G'long!' Aunt Emmerline say, 'you wasn't dus'in' one place in de hall so long fu' nuffin'. You knows an' I knows eben ef we don't talk a heap. I 's troubled myse'f. Hit jes' in
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