I've just seen it with my own eyes.
Three sickly little children and a dreadful baby--a baby that knows everything already." A quiver of pain crossed Mr.Culpeper's handsome features; but he said only, "I will speak to the agent." "Won't you look into it yourself ?" asked Stephen hopelessly.

"The agent is only the agent--but the responsibility is yours--ours.

Of course the agent doesn't want to make expensive repairs when he can get as high rent without doing so.

He knows that people are obliged to have a roof over them; and if the roofs are too bad for white people, he can always find negroes to pay anything that he asks.

Can't you see what it is in reality--that we are preying on the helpless ?" Turning suddenly from the mirror, Mrs.Culpeper crossed the floor hastily and put her arms about her son's shoulders.