FOLKS FROM DIXIE
jes' come to ge my clothes. I 's a-gwine away fu' good."
"Gwine away ag'in! Why, you been gone fu' nigh on to fou' months a'ready. Ain't you nevah gwine to stay home no mo'?"
"I tol' you I was gwine away fu' good, did n't I ? Well, dat 's what I mean."
"Ef you did n't want me, Jim, I wish to Gawd dat you 'd 'a' lef me back home among my folks, whaih people knowed me an' would 'a' give me a helpin' han'. Dis hyeah No'f ain't no fittin' place fu' a lone colo'ed ooman less 'n she got money."
"It ain't no place fu' nobody dat 's jes' lazy an' no 'count."
"I ain't no' count. I ain't wuffless. I does de bes' I kin. I been wo'kin' like a dog to try a' keep up while you trapsein' 'roun', de Lawd knows whaih. When I was single I could git out an' mek my own livin'. I did n't ax nobody no odds; but you wa'n't satisfied ontwell I ma'ied you, an' now, when I 's tied down wid a baby, dat 's de way you treats me."
The woman sat down and began to cry, and the sight of her tears angered her husband the more.
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