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I been wearin' earbobs purt nigh all my life. "The Ku Klux never bothered us. They never come nigh our house no time. Pa died and Ma married a old man. They stayed in the same place a while. When Pa died he had cattle and stock that why I don't know if he got somepin at Freedom. He had plenty. There was three lady teachers. I think a man. One of the white teachers boarded at my Ma's.

I did; and, as the last gulp subsided, he said, with a rub of his old handkerchief over eyes as well as mouth: "Look a here; I've got a pair a earbobs and a handkercher pin I'm a goin' to give you, if you'll have them; for you're the very moral o' Lizy Sylvester, poor Eph's wife: that's why I signalled you to come over here. They aint much, I guess, but they'll do to memorize the rebs by."

He bethought himself of a pair of ear-bobs: it was true, the patriarch's better-half was of an age and appearance that seemed to put personal vanity out of the question, but when is personal vanity extinct? The moment he produced the glittering earbobs, the whimpering and whining of the sempiternal beldame was at an end.

"Yeah, I'm gonna wear this hat," said Florette, pulling her blonde earbobs into greater prominence. "An' you put on your best suit an' new necktie. We're goin' to a weddin'." Her tone was gay, arch, her eyes were happy. "Who whose?" Freddy faltered. "Mine!" chirped Florette. "I'm goin' to get you that papa I promised you." Freddy turned away. "Sulkin'!" chided Florette. "Naughty, jealous boy!"