Walk right in, Mahs' Junius." And, taking up the valise, he followed the gentleman into the hall.
There, near the back door, stood the rotund black woman, and, behind her, Plez.

"Look h'yar Letty," said the negro man, "whar ole miss ?" "Dunno," said the woman.

"She done gib out supper, an' I ain't seed her sence.

Is dis Mahs' Junius?
Reckon' you don' 'member Letty ?" "Yes I do," said the gentleman, shaking hands with her; "but the Letty I remember was a rather slim young woman." "Dat's so," said Letty, with a respectful laugh, 'but, shuh 'nuf, my food's been blessed to me, Mahs' Junius." "But whar's ole miss ?" persisted the old man.

"You, Letty, can't you go look her up ?" Now was heard the voice of Plez, who meekly emerged from the shade of Letty.