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SELLING OLD MASTER.
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"MISS LUCRETIA'S BRACELET ! IT'S LITTLE MISSY !" EXCLAIMED LUCY.
ways be at the wheel, Sir Jester," she replied.
Suddenly she clutched his arm. "What are those poor old negroes doing on the sidewalk," she exclaimed, breathlessly. Her pink cheeks became quite pale. "Billy," she screamed, "It's Mammy Lucy and Zeke !"
Mammy Lucy stood stubbornly holding her ground. "Lawdy me, where did you all come from?" she inquired innocently of the curious crowd that had gathered. "Peahs like youah mighty inquishun," she remarked haughtily. "Virginia folks doan stan' roun' lak a Plymouth Rock on one feet starin' the eyes outen a 'ristocrat's face, nohow !" she exclaimed, resentfully.
Suddenly Lucy's eyes rolled in a startling manner. The crowd had made way for a woman. It was Ruth, stepping hastily out of the automobile, followed by Billy. The framed portrait of her father caught her eye. "Dad dear!" she sobbed, and as she caught her rich furs in one hand, a bracelet, evidently an heirloom, of curiously wrought gold, attracted the attention of Mammy Lucy.
"Miss Lucretia's bracelet! It's Little Missy !" she ejaculated, almost overcome. "Dear Miss Lucretia's bracelet, she dat's dead and gone, your own sweet mammy !"
Ruth knelt upon the sidewalk, her father's picture in her arms, utterly oblivious to the curious crowd, until Billy placed her in the automobile and motioned the two negroes to follow. Mammy Lucy's eyes rolled as she sped by tall buildings with uncomfortable rapidity.
"Kingdom come," she puffed, "dis am a bouncin' bayrouche wif de debbil in de foreground !"
Zeke sat in silent delight, mingled with some trepidation, until they stopped before an imposing residence in Central Park West,
"Now," said Billy, "we will have a peep at our future home, and tomorrow we are all coming here to stay."
"To stay fo' evah, Marse Billy?" questioned Zeke, solemnly.
"Fo' evah ?" echoed Mammy Lucy.
"Yes," said Ruth and Billy in delighted chorus, "Forever!"
"Ah reckon," commented Mammy