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Why, Miss Margery, I ain't been on no more 'scursions than this old machine settin' here. When I took Mrs. Peckinbaugh's sewin' home, I carried the children with me, like she told me, for her to see how I'd fixed the clothes she give me. She give us a reception like the president's, sandwiches and lemonade and iced cakes and street-car fare back home. I laugh every time I think how I fooled Mrs.
"Ever bin by train afore?" he asked. "No." "No! Eh, that's mighty cur'ous. A'most everyone goes somewhere by train nowadays there's such a sight o' cheap 'scursions. I know a man wot got up i' the middle o' night, 'e did, an' more fool 'e! an' off 'e goes by train down to seaside for the day 'e'd never seen the sea before an' it giv' 'im such a scare as 'e ain't got over it yet.
Peggy's merry laugh pealed forth. "And we told her we was a-goin' to the shows, too." "Peggy! do you think I ought to help you with the rent when you are wasting money on excursions and shows?" Miss Margery frowned on Peggy's mirth. "Oh! why, ma'am!" Peggy seemed amazed that it was necessary to explain. "We didn't go to no shows or no 'scursions. We weren't thinkin' 'bout goin'. That was a lie.
Carried away by his own eloquence, he did not notice the approach of two white men who came up the street from behind him. "An' ef you niggers," he continued, raking the coals together over a fresh bar of iron, "would stop wastin' yo' money on 'scursions to put money in w'ite folks' pockets, an' stop buildin' fine chu'ches, an' buil' houses fer yo'se'ves, you 'd git along much faster."
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