There was a note of loneliness in his voice, and his face assumed an expression of utter bereavement. Mr. Amos regarded him in silence, amused by his quaint philosophy, at the same time conscious of a feeling of genuine sympathy. “To look at you now,” he said to him cheerfully, “anyone would think that Lethe was dead and buried, and you didn’t have a friend left in the world. Aren’t there some other worthwhile people in Gretna you can go to see?... There, take your glass, and have a drink to a new pleasure next Sunday.” Felo looked at the bottle, trying to smile. He wasn’t worrin’ about seein’ no Gritny people, he answered with polite indifference. Nearly everybody what had any life in them, and counted for somh’n with the colored folks, was gone to the country. And all the other ondecent mixtry they had roamin’ around town, he didn’t care to have no traffic with.... But maybe he would look over his mind, and go to see Aunt Susan and Tom. Because he got word that Susan was goin’ to give a molasses candy pullin’, to raise a little money for ole Unc’ Foteen. So maybe he would consider goin’ up the coast, and help out the best way he could.... Every little nickel did some good in the time of need. And the poor ole man didn’t have so long to live, no-how.... And then he was sure Unc’ Nat would be there to give Susan a hand. You could always look to find Unc’ Nat any place where they was passin’ around the plate, takin’ up collection for somebody in trouble.... And any way, he wouldn’t mind seein’ Unc’ Nat, Sunday. ’Cause Unc’ Nat was one what never fail to make somebody laugh when they be feelin’ down-casted and onsatafied.... “Well then, fill your glass, and let us drink to a big jubilation at Susan’s next Sunday,” Mr. Amos told him. “And then, go to bed and rest yourself, and try to forget your disappointment. You know, we both need plenty of sleep and rest if we expect to keep young and always look beautiful.” “Man, quit yo’ humbug, for Gawd sake,” Felo answered, with a broad smile, as he filled a glass for Mr. Amos and handed it to him. Then he poured a glass for himself and drank it down with a sounding gulp, and looked at Mr. Amos, saying: “Who ever tol’ you, you was beautiful?... You know good as I know, dat Miss Ellen, either Ma Fanny, ain’ never rocked either one us on dey lap no time, an’ say: Go to sleep my pretty baby.”