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Updated: May 3, 2025

The tiny brown hands, with their berry-stained fingers, were placed on the table's edge; but Miss Susan Jemima sat bolt upright, though listening, it seemed, to the words of reverence falling from a mother-baby's lips: "Lord, make us thankful for the blackberries an' the aco'n coffee an' an' all our blessin's; but please, sir, sen' us somethin' that tastes jus' a little better if you don't mind.

Edward Peple - The Littlest Rebel