-- "Come hither" says Master -- The girl walked
up to the desk -- "What is your name"?
"Tamor Graham". "Take off your bonnet,
Tamor". She took it off. Her hair was a
brown -- a pretty brown & curly, but all a tangle,
Master looked at her". When Mumbet got
to this point of her story (every word, as she
often repeated it is 'cut in' to my memory)
the tears started from her eyes, & she
quietly wiped them away with the
back of her hand. She was not given to
tears. They were not her demonstration. --
"If ever there was a pitiful look" -- she continued
Mumbet "it was that of that look of
Master's -- I can see it yet -- Now
hold up your hand Tamor," he said
"& swear
to tell the truth, the 'whole' truth, &
nothing but the truth, so help you
God"! -- She did -- "Sit down, now
child" he said & drew a chair himself