tsteps be;Cousin Lymon, your dinner is set out upon table.quot;

    quot;My appetite is poor tonig; said ting s snuff all t;t;

    quot;Just a pick,quot; said Miss Amelia. quot;t, t.quot;

    toget back into t café, and sat doable  one in t t of stle. Miss Amelia ient and isfied ient could errified it tle arms dangling loose along o go home.

    ill silent. e carefully, making no noise o ite and ting down er  Miss Amelia and again held his peace.

    It ypical Saturday nigry ated for a moment at to come inside. togetry couple, t ttle s. t early, and by midnig of tomers ill played cumpy MacP tle on able ( allo in tions  yet gone a al to bed soon after nig Lymon less and s suggest t t.

    Finally, at one oclock,  tly to Miss Amelia: quot;I got a letter today.quot;

    Miss Amelia  one to be impressed by ts of business letters and catalogues came addressed to her.

    quot;I got a letter from my brot; said henry Macy.

    tepping about topped suddenly. o sense any cmosp eaced.

    Miss Amelia sco quot;You are o it,quot; she said.

    quot; of tentiary.quot;

    t umpy MacP.

    quot;; asked Cousin Lymon. o gro;?quot;

    Miss Amelia slapped able. quot;Because Marvin Macy is a --quot; But er a fes s;o be in t penitentiary t;

    quot; did ; asked Cousin Lymon.

    tly o ans;ations,quot; said Stumpy MacP  sound complete and t unmentioned.

    tient.  bear to be left out of anyt misery. to  it tantalized ion of subjects  orn d