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Oh
,
perhaps
--
"
It
's
Uncle
Peter
!
Miss
Pittypat
's
Uncle
Peter
!
"
They
all
ran
out
to
the
front
porch
and
saw
the
tall
grizzled
old
despot
of
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
climbing
down
from
a
rat-tailed
nag
on
which
a
section
of
quilting
had
been
strapped
.
On
his
wide
black
face
,
accustomed
dignity
strove
with
delight
at
seeing
old
friends
,
with
the
result
that
his
brow
was
furrowed
in
a
frown
but
his
mouth
was
hanging
open
like
a
happy
toothless
old
hound
's
.
Everyone
ran
down
the
steps
to
greet
him
,
black
and
white
shaking
his
hand
and
asking
questions
,
but
Melly
's
voice
rose
above
them
all
.
"
Auntie
is
n't
sick
,
is
she
?
"
"
No
'm
.
She
's
po
'
ly
,
thank
God
,
"
answered
Peter
,
fastening
a
severe
look
first
on
Melly
and
then
on
Scarlett
,
so
that
they
suddenly
felt
guilty
but
could
think
of
no
reason
why
.
"
She
's
po
'
ly
but
she
is
plum
outdone
wid
you
young
Misses
,
an
'
ef
it
come
right
down
to
it
,
Ah
is
too
!
"
"
Why
!
Uncle
Peter
!
What
on
earth
--
"
"
Y'
all
nee
'n
try
ter
'
scuse
you
's
effs
.
Ain
'
Miss
Pitty
writ
you
an
'
writ
you
ter
come
home
?
Ain
'
Ah
seed
her
write
an
'
seed
her
a-cryin
'
w
'
en
y'
all
writ
her
back
dat
you
got
too
much
ter
do
on
disyere
ole
farm
ter
come
home
?
"
"
But
,
Uncle
Peter
--
"
"
Huccome
you
leave
Miss
Pitty
by
herseff
lak
dis
w
'
en
she
so
scary
lak
?
You
know
well
's
Ah
do
Miss
Pitty
ain
'
never
live
by
herseff
an
'
she
been
shakin
'
in
her
lil
shoes
ever
since
she
come
back
frum
Macom
.
