OBSERVATION

"Madam," said the negro principal of a public school to an old negro

woman who was washing, "I wish your boy to attend my school."

"Whose boy?" asked the old woman as she straightened up and wiped the

suds from her arms.

"Your boy, madam."

"Well, ef he's my boy, I reckon I'll look atter him."

She placed one hand on the rim of the tub and resumed washing with the

other.

Every few seconds she would change her position, allowing each hand a

rest period. She would also change the pitch of a negro melody she was

singing, accordingly.

"'Fesser," said she, "is you still waitin'?"

"I am, madam."

"'Fesser, you cyarn't git dis boy."

"Madam, I'll stay and argue with you."

"I won't argue wid you, 'fesser. I'se got ter argue wid dese suds. Does

you heah?"

"Your boy, madam, is running wild."

"'Fesser, you don't need ter run. You kin jes' walk. I'se mighty

perlite, but does you see dat gate?"

The principal started toward the gate. In passing an ant-hill he walked

around it. As he reached the corner of the house a large fierce dog

sprang at him. He spoke to the dog, and patted its head. The dog wagged

its tail and followed him to the gate. After much trouble he opened and

closed the gate and started off at a brisk pace.

"'Fesser! 'fesser!" cried the old woman, "you kin hab dis boy. Come back

an' git him right now."

The principal returned and asked the old woman what had converted her.

"It was dem ways of yourn, 'fesser. You's got er mighty good heart in

you, 'kase you walked erround dem ants. Dat's jes' de heart I wants ter

beat fer my boy. Dat dog bites most folks, but you jes' charmed all de

fight outen him. My boy's got er lot of fight an' some meanness in him,

but I sees you kin charm dem out. Most folks leaves dat gate open, but

you jes' kept on till you closed it. I knows you'll keep at dis boy till

you makes er man outen him. Heah's de boy, 'fesser. Jes' take him

erlong."

As the principal and boy walked in the street the old woman stood at

the gate and said: "Jes' look at dat boy of mine; he's walkin' lack de

'fesser erready."

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