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38 THE GRINDER PAPERS. she screamed, ‘‘Guess I zz//—I’m allers around when there's — anything to eat-—and I’m death on oysters !” Oh, it was awful! All the children were perched up at the table, and fought for the jellies. One hit the other with a spoon, and the other threw a knife at him. The great boy reached across and helped himself and his mother, and the shoe- maker ate as though he was determined to get the amount of his bill out of the poor departed grandpa somehow ; until at last the whole table was doing nothing but stare at them. Poor Mr. Jazey behaved uncommonly well, and was doing the polite to one they called ‘‘Araminty,” when that horrible fifteen-year-old caught sight of him. The instant he did, he tucked up his sleeves, turned down his collar, and whistled, ‘“Whey! Wall, I never did! Look a-here, dad.” ‘“Dad” looked up. _‘* That's a moke,” he said, pointing to Mr. Jazey. ‘‘A what?’ whispered Miss Highflier. ‘‘Dear me, what does the boy mean? Does he want anything to drink or to eat? I don’t about much know such people. But I’m sorry for you, Mrs. Perkins. I'd do anything I could to stop him !” and the girl | meant it But the boy was pie to be stopped. “That’s a nig!” he said. ‘‘Look here, you, aint you the nigger barber that lives down our way?—like your impudence tocome here. Dad, are you goin’ to stand it, or will you pitch him out ?” The shoemaker stopped to scrape his blake clean with his. knife, which he licked all over, and then stood up. ( 7 . > ‘utile E A . , T= | a 7 | | bw \ BS ’ | _ 4 oC 4 ake :" A a, * ; ; x ¥. ine % . ry is fe Ff iy te Fa Can BME eo mates