I wouldn't
have missed it for anything."
"No, indeed," answered Mammy, with a mournful shake of the head. "Dyin'
would be somethin' to look forwa'ds to if we could all hope for such a
buryin' as that. But I'm beat about John Jay. He do seem so onfeelin'.
He loved that man bettah than anything on this yearth, an' I s'posed
he'd take his death mighty hard; but what you reckon he said to me this
mawnin'. I was i'onin' my black aidged handkerchief to take, when he
says to me, sezee, 'What you want to put on mo'nin' for Rev'und Gawge
for? He said to tell you all that he jus' gone through the toll-gate.'"
"You don't tell me!" exclaimed Aunt Susan. "That sut'n'ly sounds
on-natchel in a chile like him."
"Yes," continued Mammy, "I haven't seen him shed a tear. He jus' wandahs
around the yard, same as if nothin' had happened, and nevah says a word
about it."
[Illustration: Sat alone by the church steps]
She did not know how many times he slipped away from the other children
and sat alone by the church steps, where he had so often listened to
George's vesper melodies.
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