"
"Four days — for what? —"
"For what they likes; they don't do no work, those days."
"And is that all?"
"No, Miss Daisy, 'taint just all; the women comes up to the
house — it's to the overseer's house now — and every one gets
a bowl o' flour, more or less, 'cordin' to size of family —
and a quart of molasses, and a piece o' pork."
"And what do they do to make the time pleasant?" I asked.
"Some on 'em's raised eggs and chickens; and they brings 'em
to the house and sells 'em; and they has the best dinner. Most
times they gets leave to have a meetin'."
"A prayer-meeting?" I said.
"Laws, no, Miss Daisy! not 'cept it were uncle Darry and _his_
set. The others don't make no count of a prayer-meetin'. They
likes to have a white-folks' meetin' and 'joy theirselves."
I thought very much over these statements; and for the next
two weeks, bowls of flour and quarts of molasses, as Christmas
doings, were mixed up in my mind with the question, how I was
to shine? or rather, alternated with it; and plans began to
turn themselves over and take shape in my thoughts.
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