appeared, with the two caryatids supporting her.



XIII


"My Gawd!" gasped Mrs. T-S. "I'm dyin'!"

Her husband responded, beaming, "So you gone and done it again!"

Said Mrs. T-S: "I'll never do it no more!"

Said the husband: "Y'allus say dat. Fergit it, Maw, you're all right
now, you don't have to have your hair frizzed fer six mont's!"

Said Mrs. T-S: "I gotta lie down. I'm dyin', Abey, I tell you. Lemme
git on de sofa."

Said the husband: "Now, Maw, we gotta git to dinner--"

"I can't eat no dinner."

"Vot?" There was genuine alarm in the husband's voice. "You can't
eat no dinner? Sure you gotta eat your dinner. You can't live if you
don't eat. Come along now, Maw."

"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh!"

T-S went and stood before her, and a grin came over his face. "Sure,