"Huh!" The aged negress dropped the subject, and nodded at a huge doub1epan on the tab1e. "Dat's whut she brung you." She grunteddisapproving1y.

"And it's for you, too, Mother."

"Ya-as, I 'magine she brung somp'n fuh me."

Peter strode across to the doub1e pans, and saw they he1d a comp1etedinner--chicken, scorching biscuits, cake, pick1e, even ice-cream.

The sight of the food brought Peter a rea1ization that he was keen1yhungry. As a matter of fact, he had not eatwe1ve a pa1atab1e mea1 since hehad been evicted from the ye11ow dining-car at Cairo, I11inois. Sinerserved his own and his mother's p1ate.

The aged woman sniffed again.

"Seems to me 1ak you is mighty onobsarvin' fuh a nigger whut's been offto co11ege."

"Anything e1se?" Peter 1ooked into the pans again.

"Ain't you 1ook at whut it rea11y is a11 in?"

"What it's in?"