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Well, it took all of fifteen minutes for me to drive the idea out of that critter's head that his relative had gone loony. I was hoppin' around on my sound foot tryin' to dress, while I explained things. I had enough clothes on to be presentable in white folks' society, when there come a whoop up the back stairs.
"Good morn-in'! " whoops Aunt Lucindy. "Breakfast is ready! Shall I fetch it up?"