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One morning when Mrs. Blake was just about to put her bread in the oven, Nancy, with a basket on her arm, appeared at the kitchen door. Bidden to come in, she did so, rather hesitatingly.
-"I jist stopped for a minute, Miz' Blake. I'm a-goin' up to the Double S. Miss Sapphy's sent me to pick some laurel for her." She spoke wanderingly and rather mournfully, Mrs. Blake noted.