The things we do!

"
"Who are you?" demanded Josephine, turning to look into the old and
wrinkled face.
"I'se jus' Sally."
"I suppose you are keeper of the prison," commented Josephine
bitterly.
"Dis ain't no prisum, Ma'am, I'se bin heah a long time 'mong dese
triflin' niggahs. Dis ain't no prisum--but God knows, Ma'am, we
needs a lady heah to run things. Is you come foh dat?"
"No, no," said Josephine. "I'm just--I'm just--I'm going away as
soon as I can."
"Sho, now! Huc'cum you heah, Ma'am?"
"It was a mistake."
"I didn't know white folks evah done nothin' they didn't want to
do," commented Sally. "But doan' you mind. Ef you wants me, jes'
call for Sally."
"Tell me, Sally, isn't there any Mrs. Dunwody here?" demanded
Josephine suddenly.
The face of the old woman remained inscrutable, and Josephine could
see no sign except that a sort of film crossed her eyes, as though
veiling some inmost thought.
"Ef dey was, I doan' reckon you-all would have come heah, would
you? Now you lay down and git comf'table.


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