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So som good white fokes let me come ovah neah them and start a prayer meetin so de people followed me and we built a church and hit is yet dare terday." Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden Person interviewed: Mandy Tucker 1021 E. 11th Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas Age: 80? "I was here in slavery times but I don't know what year I was born. War? I was in it! "I member old master and old mistis too.
"No; but can't you see if Dolly goes to stay a week with wealthy Bernice Forbes and this fashionable Alicia, she'll get her head full of all sorts of notions that don't belong there?" "No, I won't, mother," murmured Dolly, who, again on her mother's arm chair, was looking earnestly into the maternal blue eyes, so like her own. And very lovingly Mrs.
Lloyd went on to the carriage to speak to Sylvia and give her the armful of roses to decorate the wedding-feast, before joining the others, who were lighting the lanterns for their homeward walk. "You'd better come in the light of ours, Miss Lloyd," said Alex Shelby, coming up to her with Bernice beside him. "We might as well take the lead. Ranald seems to be having trouble with his wick."
"She isn't!" declared Betty, much surprised. "You must be letting your imagination run away with you, Rob. There isn't a girl in the Valley friendlier and sweeter to Lloyd than Bernice Howe. You watch them next time they are together, and see. They've been good friends for years." "Then all I can say is that some girls have a queer idea of friendship.
"Oh, no, she needn't do that," and Bernice laughed at the idea. "We're only little girls. If Mrs. Berry says we can go, your invitation is enough." "Good work! Be sure to come. Crazy to have you. 'Scuse me a minute, there's a girl I want to speak to." Sam darted off, and another boy dropped into his vacated seat.
"You're an angel, and I'm obliged loads." With a sigh the angel glanced round the veranda, but Bernice and Otis were not in sight. He wandered back inside, and there in front of the women's dressing-room he found Otis in the centre of a group of young men who were convulsed with laughter. Otis was brandishing a piece of timber he had picked up, and discoursing volubly.
No one seemed to know. In fact, Bernice, having trifled with her muse's beau, had said nothing memorable of late. "Was that really all a line?" asked Roberta curiously. Bernice hesitated. She felt that wit in some form was demanded of her, but under her cousin's suddenly frigid eyes she was completely incapacitated. "I don't know," she stalled. "Splush!" said Marjorie. "Admit it!"
They is better off in one way they is free but this young race is the devil." Interviewer: Mrs. Bernice Bowden Person interviewed: Frank Reed, 1004 Missouri Street, Pine Bluff, Arkansas Age: 78 "I was a little boy pickin' up chips and helpin' feed the hog in slavery times for old master. Name was George Houston. That was in Alabama. "I reckon I do remember George Houston.
And it was greatly to their relief, when, at about half-past nine, Mr. Forbes bade them good-night and went off upstairs. "It is all the queerest performance," said Bernice. "What in the world does Uncle Jeff want of us, I can't make out. The outlook seems to be that we can have all the fun we want daytimes, and pay for it by these ghastly evening sessions."
There were so many guests, that she hadn't time to more than speak a minute or two with each one of them." "I like Berwick parties better," persisted Bernice. "There we all know each other " "But, Bernie," said Dolly, laughing, "all the people at this party knew each other, nearly. We were strangers, of course, but the rest seemed to be well acquainted with Muriel."
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