fists tightly closed. He yawned a prodigious yawn for so small a countenance, and gazed vacantly in his grandmother’s face. Then a look of intelligence crept into his eyes, and he smiled one of those sweet, evanescent smiles of infancy.

“Look at him now, laughin’ at me that-a-way. He be the peartest I eveh did see. Cass, she sure be mean not to tell his fathah ‘at he have a son, she sure be.”

Cassandra came and tenderly took the babe in her arms and held him to her breast. “There, there. Sleep, honey son, sleep again,” she cooed, swaying her body to the rhythm of her speech. “Sleep, honey son, sleep again.”

“Don’t you reckon she be mean to Doctah David, nevah to let on ‘at he have a son, and he a-growin’