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"I had not heard it I am sorry"

Mabel spoke earnestly, for "Mah, eed garden--honeysuckle cla all over the

front, was to her one of the dearest pictures of her early days She

could see herself, now--the motherless babe whoe--sitting on the door-step,

bedecking her doll with the odorous pink-and-white blossoms in

suht-red berries

"Why is that done?" she asked

"I spiles the prospect, honey!" fiercely--ironical "Northern folks

has tender eyes, and I hurts 'em--me and my poor little house what

ole marster built for me when Mars' Winston was a baby, and your

blessed ma couldn't be easy 'thout I was near her--WE spiles the

prospect! So, it must be knocked down and carted away for rubbish to

build pig-pens, I 'spose, and ers, sech as I've always held myself above She ain't never put

it into Mars' Winston's head to cut down the trees that shets off

the "prospect" of the colored people's burying-ground fros she'd as lief not see I oughtn't to