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"
Miss
Ellen
,
you
gwine
eat
some
supper
befo
'
you
does
any
prayin
'
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
Mammy
,
but
I
am
not
hungry
.
"
"
Ah
gwine
fix
yo
'
supper
mahseff
an
'
you
eats
it
,
"
said
Mammy
,
her
brow
furrowed
with
indignation
as
she
started
down
the
hall
for
the
kitchen
.
"
Poke
!
"
she
called
,
"
tell
Cookie
stir
up
de
fiah
.
Miss
Ellen
home
.
"
As
the
boards
shuddered
under
her
weight
,
the
soliloquy
she
had
been
muttering
in
the
front
hall
grew
louder
and
louder
,
coming
clearly
to
the
ears
of
the
family
in
the
dining
room
.
"
Ah
has
said
time
an
'
again
,
it
doan
do
no
good
doin
'
nuthin
'
fer
w
'
ite
trash
.
Dey
is
de
shiflesses
,
mos
'
ungrateful
passel
of
no-counts
livin
'
.
An
'
Miss
Ellen
got
no
bizness
weahin
'
herseff
out
waitin
'
on
folks
dat
did
dey
be
wuth
shootin
'
dey
'd
have
niggers
ter
wait
on
dem
.
An
'
Ah
has
said
--
"
Her
voice
trailed
off
as
she
went
down
the
long
open
passageway
,
covered
only
by
a
roof
,
that
led
into
the
kitchen
.
Mammy
had
her
own
method
of
letting
her
owners
know
exactly
where
she
stood
on
all
matters
.
She
knew
it
was
beneath
the
dignity
of
quality
white
folks
to
pay
the
slightest
attention
to
what
a
darky
said
when
she
was
just
grumbling
to
herself
.
She
knew
that
to
uphold
this
dignity
,
they
must
ignore
what
she
said
,
even
if
she
stood
in
the
next
room
and
almost
shouted
.
It
protected
her
from
reproof
,
and
it
left
no
doubt
in
anyone
's
mind
as
to
her
exact
views
on
any
subject
.
Pork
entered
the
room
,
bearing
a
plate
,
silver
and
a
napkin
.
He
was
followed
closely
by
Jack
,
a
black
little
boy
of
ten
,
hastily
buttoning
a
white
linen
jacket
with
one
hand
and
bearing
in
the
other
a
fly-swisher
,
made
of
thin
strips
of
newspaper
tied
to
a
reed
longer
than
he
was
.
Ellen
had
a
beautiful
peacock-feather
fly-brusher
,
but
it
was
used
only
on
very
special
occasions
and
then
only
after
domestic
struggle
,
due
to
the
obstinate
conviction
of
Pork
,
Cookie
and
Mammy
that
peacock
feathers
were
bad
luck
.
Ellen
sat
down
in
the
chair
which
Gerald
pulled
out
for
her
and
four
voices
attacked
her
.
"
Mother
,
the
lace
is
loose
on
my
new
ball
dress
and
I
want
to
wear
it
tomorrow
night
at
Twelve
Oaks
.
Wo
n't
you
please
fix
it
?
"
