it putting on ia stood at table and

        carefully began to pick over to my feets. You mind if I just    putting ba tiging pumps?’

        No, said Doctor Copeland. t ’

        to cut me off a fee meat and fry it for myself.’

        Doctor Copeland folloia oged feet, taking do from to speak ond then posed his lips again.

        So you and your ive plan, he said finally.

        "ts right.’

        Doctor Copeland jerked at ried to poptuiN mis.    i？

        ts again. Do you io plan for children?’

        Portia did not look at er from t;t seem to me to depeirely upon God.’

        t say anytia left to cook on tove and sat silently . But    sleeping; noremor ifling room. Iop of t t said to eaous tig he word chil-dren, chil-dren, said over and over.

        ing one of treet    Copeland, t for ted one day, and than a dozen named for him.

        But all old and explained and exed. You ot do t be, ell t is

        not more c more c    to. ell t came to be a sort of angry poem w.

        udied and kne of any ne ribute to ients    doctor in too eveimes a week. Madyben and Benny Mae.

        t . Only one.

        All of    there was a reason for his w.

        to teaco alk to ter tiredness    gate tiredness on and Karl Marx and Portia and little illiam. too.

        Portia took tove and stirred ter a while.

        Doctor Copeland cleared    and spat into a ter and rough. Yes?’

        Less us quit ther.’

        e    quarreling, said Doctor Copeland.

        It dont take o make a quarrel, Portia said. It look to me like us is aling perfectly quiet like t just tell you trutime I e to see you it mig. So less us try not to quarrel in any way no more.’

        It is certainly not my er.’

        S coffee and eo ion s several spoons of sugar. I getting aste good to us. Drink your coffee o us a piece bao it all over it seem a little bit funny, but    plenty reason not to laugoo hard.’

        Go aor Copeland.

        ell—sometime back a real fine-looking, dressed-up colored man e in to ty colored s on. t nigo ty Caf. en fiole of gin and to e in o out For about a    ions and    tty soon, after s o settle doo business.’

        Portia spread out o    t Pincher business for old folks?’

        Doctor Copeland nodded. Pension, he said.

        ell—ed . . o e do in ason, D. C, to join everbody up for t Pinc around from one door to t explaining o join and after t ty-five ts a    y dollars ever monted about t joined a free picture of t . old    to be free uniforms for ever member. t to get a e ribbon h a G.

        L. P. C. P. on it to stand for tter t. o tle book and everbody eo joiook turday    In t get all turday. o pay somebody to take up tions in eaced early ever

        Saturday for near    quarter. Course illie    the beginning for him and highboy and me.’

        I ures of t in various ioned, said Doctor Copeland. hief?’

        ia. Somebody begun to find out about ted. t    plain Atlanta and    never smelled no ason, D. C, or no President. All t. illie    ty ts.’

        Doctor Copela is er, Portia said, t man sure going to pitc. But no it all over it do seem a little bit funny, but of course    plenty reason not to laugoo hard.’

        ts oor Copeland.

        Portias rickled do from    , you mean?’

        I mean t I am al if I could just find ten Negroes—ten of my oo give all tthey have------’

        Portia put do talking about anyt’

        Only froes, said Doctor Copeland. Only ton and Karl Marx and illiam and you. Only froes rue qualities and bae------’

        illie and ia angrily. t seem to me us truggles along pretty well.’

        For a mi. Doctor Copeland laid acles on table and pressed bis so his eyeballs.

        You all time using t ia. And

        t ter t    polite peoples—no matter w shey is—always says colored.’

        Doctor Copeland did not ansake illie and me. Us arent all t and bote folks blood in us. And    a good part Indian in ime using ing peoples feelings.’

        I am not ied in subterfuges, said Doctor Copeland. I am ied only iruths.’

        ell, trut sure ake a o get on or Buddy or illie or my o e in t tle boy and hen.’

        Doctor Copeland coug.

        Everbody ter . You too many times by    to kno.’

        *No, said Doctor Copeland. You    seen my feelings injured.’

        Course I realize t illie or my    none of us is sc h good as gold.

        t is a differehem and you.’

        Yes, said Doctor Copeland.

        on or Buddy or illie or me—none of us ever cares to talk like you. Us talk like our oalk from somets t ime. ts one of them differences.’

        Yes, said Doctor Copeland.

        A person t pick up t squeeze to o be.     t.    rigried t ry. And no would e

        in t his.’

        t o pick up t     steadily. tears came up to o try to hem.

        Portia sa up to    o    my Fatly.

        is foolisive to keep repeating t    feelings.tears    sloruly sorry, said Portia.

        Doctor Copeland on handkerchief.

        It is all right.’

        Less us not ever quarrel no more. I t stand ti seem to me t sometime ogethis no more.’

        No, said Doctor Copeland. Let us not quarrel.’

        Portia sniffled and wiped he back of her hand.

        For a fees sood er a    over to t of greens on tove.

        It migime for to be tender, she said cheerfully.

        Noart making some of ttle o go along hem.’

        Portia moved slocoged feet and .

        it, so t tia ruly like    around td occupied. Daisy    black as iful color of dark    ale.

        But be soft gentleubborn in ter iously udied it all out,    uand tle stubbornness in his wife.

        ell    ill sle. And still s listen to    would go on her own way.

        ter ton and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia. And true purpose f t ly on    stist and Karl Marx a teaco fig injustid Portia a doctor for women and children.

        And    t from ttle older    t t true purpose. ell it to t toget t    listening, gentle and stubborn.

        Because of true purpose for on, Karl Marx, illiam, and Portia, ail sumn of eacook to toia    black erial for dresses and rousers and fio o sco    t her.

        everyt be plain and dark and indicative of rue purpose.

        t    Daisy tle Portias ears for earrings. And anotime a kes elpiece    it a Daisy eaeekness. Sold t s and of ed places. Daisy

        to calked sorroo tubbornness sook to too, and tened.

        times . After t e of    o toilet paper, on and Karl Marx ia    all over    in a different alk    close toget talk and talk, but none of ted to uand.

        t o sit iil art again.    t ligation. But sometimes t e. errible feeling    go audy.

        on, Karl Marx, illiam, and Portia imes w w he did.
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