“You know how ’twuz in dem days. De folks what wuz de richest wuz de wussest off when de army come home from battlin’. I done tol’ you ’bout Marse Tumlin. He ain’t had nothin’ in de roun’ worl’ but a whole passel er lan’, an’ me an’ Miss Vallie. I don’t count Hamp, bekaze Hamp ’fuse ter b’lieve he’s free twel he ramble ’roun’ an’ fin’ out de patterollers ain’t gwine ter take ’im up. Dat how come I had ter sell ginger-cakes an’ chicken-pies dat time. De money I made at dat ain’t last long, bekaze Marse Tumlin he been use’ ter rich vittles, an’ he went right down-town an’ got a bottle er chow-chow, an’ some olives, an’ some sardines, an’ some cheese, an’ you know yo’se’f, suh, dat money ain’t gwine ter las’ when you buy dat kin’ er doin’s. “Well, suh, we done mighty well whiles de money helt out, but ’tain’t court-week all de time, an’ when dat de case, money got ter come fum some’rs else ’sides sellin’ cakes an’ pies. Bimeby, Hamp he got work at de liberty stable, whar dey hire out hosses an’ board um. I call it a hoss tavern, suh, but Hamp, he ’low its a liberty stable. Anyhow, he got work dar, an’ dat sorter he’p out. Sometimes he’d growl bekaze I tuck his money fer ter he’p out my white folks, but when he got right mad I’d gi’ Miss Vallie de wink, an’ she’d say: ‘Hampton, how’d you like ter have a little dram ter-night? You look like youer tired.’ I could a-hugged ’er fer de way she done it, she ’uz dat cute. An’ den Hamp, he’d grin an’ ’low, ‘I ain’t honin’ fer it, Miss Vallie, but ’twon’t do me no harm, an’ it may do me good.’ [Illustration: “Dat money ain’t gwine ter las’ when you buy dat kin’ er doin’s.”] “An’ den, suh, he’d set down, an’ atter he got sorter warmed up wid de dram, he’d kinder roll his eye and ’low, ‘Miss Vallie, she is a fine white ’oman!’ Well, suh, ’tain’t long ’fo’ we had dat nigger man trained—done trained, bless yo’ soul! One day Miss Vallie had ter go ’cross town, an’ she went by de liberty stable whar Hamp wuz at, leastways, he seed ’er some’rs; an’ he come home dat night lookin’ like he wuz feelin’ bad. He ’fuse ter talk. Bimeby, atter he had his supper, he say, ‘I seed Miss Vallie down-town ter-day. She wuz wid Miss Irene, an’ dat ’ar frock she had on look mighty shabby.’ I ’low, ‘Well, it de bes’ she got. She ain’t got money like de Chippendales, an’ Miss Irene don’t keer how folks’ cloze look. She too much quality fer dat.’ Hamp say, ‘Whyn’t you take some er yo’ money an’ make Miss Vallie git er nice frock?’ I ’low, ‘Whar I got any money? Hamp he hit his pocket an’ say, ‘You got it right here.’