time, it must not be held against her, and he must not hurt her feelins by asking her questions.
Tears filled Unex's eyes. "You is too good, Si May-e. I bet dey ain' no 'oman in de world good as you."
"I know so," Seraphine echoed softly.
Mary shook her head and sighed. No, she was far from good. She loved her children and she was not going to let anybody hurt their feelings.
She had a few more questions to ask Unex. Had he seen July on any of his travels? Unex shook his head. He had not. He looked for July but he would not have known him anyway, for July left home when he was a helpless baby, less than a year old.
And how did Unex get money to have the baby's mother buried?
Unex explained that the baby's mother belonged to a burying society which pays sick people fifty cents a day every day while they are sick and buries them when they die. Most city people belong to some society like that. It's a big help too. City people have some nice ways.
"We got a Bury-league, now," Seraphine boasted. "I don' belong to it, but a lot o people
