Miss Minerva and William Green Hill . s Minerva and sers what I aint never wore tell you got a needle an thread sos youcan fix em, Sam? Nary er needle, said Sam Lamb. Is my union suit tore, too*? and Billyagain turned his back for inspection. His friend made a close examination. **Yo unions is injured plum scanerlous,was his discouraging decision, and hitpears ter me dat yo hide done suffer too;yous got er turrible scratch. The child sighed. The injury to the fleshwas of small importance,—he could hidethat from his aunt—but the rent in histrousers was a serious matter. I wish I cou
Miss Minerva and William Green Hill . s Minerva and sers what I aint never wore tell you got a needle an thread sos youcan fix em, Sam? Nary er needle, said Sam Lamb. Is my union suit tore, too*? and Billyagain turned his back for inspection. His friend made a close examination. **Yo unions is injured plum scanerlous,was his discouraging decision, and hitpears ter me dat yo hide done suffer too;yous got er turrible scratch. The child sighed. The injury to the fleshwas of small importance,—he could hidethat from his aunt—but the rent in histrousers was a serious matter. I wish I could git em mended fore Igoes home, he said wistfully. I tell you what do, suggested Sam; Ilow Miss Cecilia11 holp yeh; jest go by herhouse an shell darn em up fer yuh. Billy hesitated. William Green Hill 171 Well, you see, Sam, me an* Miss Ceciliasengaged an* wes fixin* to marry jes *ssoons I puts on long pants, an I shameto ask her. An I dont berlievc youngomans patches the breeches of young manswhat theys goin to marry nohow. Do. 172 Miss Minerva and you? Aunt Minerva ain never patched nobreeches for the Major. And then, with amodest blush, my unions is tore too, an Iaint got on nothin else to hide my skin. Again he turned his back to his friendand, his clouded little face looking overhis shoulder, he asked, Do my meat show,Sam? She am visible ter de naked eye! I dont believe God pays me much atten-tion nohow, said the little boy dolefully;evy day I gets put to bed cause somepinsall time a-happenin. If Hed had a eye onme like He oughter they wouldnt a beenno snaggin. Aunt Minervas goin to bemad thoo an thoo. Maybe my ol oman can fix em, sos deywont be so turrible bad, suggested the ne-gro. T aint fur, so you jes run down termy cabin an tell Sukey I say fix dembreeches. William Green Hill 173 The child needed no second bidding, — hefairly flew. Sams wife was cooking, butshe cheerfully stopped her work to help thelittle boy. She sewed up his union suit andput a bright blue
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