she done the bes’ she could, — cooked corn-bread, an’ chick’n an’ sich. I c’n remember how he sot right on the hearth where you’re settin’ now, an’ tossed flapjacks fer th’ hull crowd.

“He war right civil when he lef’, an’ said he’d like to give maw suthin’, but they hadn’t nothin’ but Confed’rate money, an’ hit wa’n’t worth nothin’ up here; an’ maw said would he give her the newspapah he had. She seed the end of hit standin’ out of his pocket; an’ he laughed and give hit out quick, an’ axed her what did she want with hit; and she ‘lowed she could teach me a heap o’ readin’ out o’ that papah, an’ he laughed again, an’ said likely, fer