Even norong true purpose   from one o anotomobile, and t eleven oclock tients came to ter tumn air outside t, stale odor in t made ient Negroes  porcly  tiredness in ed sometimes to lie do s and cry. If   get emperature four times a day and h.

    But  rest. For tiredness—and trong true purpose.

    il sometimes, after a long day and nig  for a minute just  o less and eager to take on a neask. But ten stuck in  loud as it o tient faces of the Negroes who were his people.

    Often alked to Mr. Singer. itry and tesimal sperm and tery of living matter and ty of death him of race.

    My people o Mr. Singer. On to t trong survived. C brougen and c of trong ones perister years trongest of my people are still ers, t grandsons.’

    I come to borroo ask a favor, Portia said.

    Doctor Copeland o tell ia aken of strong drink. ruly resembled her now.

    You knoe plates and cups you have?’

    *You may hem.’

    No, I only s to borrow. And also I come o ask a favor of you.’

    Anytor Copeland.

    Portia sat doable from irst Isuppose I better explain. Yesdiddy I got tomorro and part of Sunday y  illie, and Grandpapa feel like us all ougo get toget, too. I sure do  to see our fcLnfolks again. I been mighty homesick since illie been gone.’

    You may es and anytor Copeland said. But er. Your carriage is bad.’

    It going to be a real reunion. You kno time Grandpapa  t in toy years.  ever slept outside of  times in  nigo get up and drink