those little girls. But she saw, and was so glad to see, that this lady was very wise, and that she understood all the things that little girls wonder about. But though there was a difference, a very great difference, between Mamas and Ladies it was very hard to tell-unless you asked. One day a large fat lady took Bessie Bell on her lap. That was very strange to Bessie Bell-to sit on top of anybody. And the lady made a rabbit, and a pony, and a preacher, all out of a handkerchief and her nice fat fingers. And then she made with the same handkerchief and fingers a Mama holding a Baby. Then Bessie Bell looked up at her with her wondering eyes and asked: “Are you a Lady—” "Bless my soul!" cried the lady. "Do you hear this child? And now, come to think of it, I don't know whether I am a lady or not—” And the lady laughed until Bessie Bell felt quite shaken up. "Or are you a Mama?" asked Bessie Bell, when it seemed that the lady was about to stop laughing. "So that is it?" asked the lady, and she seemed about to begin laughing again. "Yes, I am a Mama, and I have three little girls about as funny as you are." Another time a lady passed by the cabin where Bessie Bell stood leaning against the little fluted white post of the gallery, and said: "Good morning, Bessie Bell. I am Alice's Mama." That made things so simple, thought Bessie Bell. This lady was a Mama. And she was Alice's Mama. Bessie Bell wished that all would tell in that nice way at once whether they were Mamas or Just-Ladies. The next lady who passed by the cabin also stopped to talk to Bessie Bell. And Bessie Bell asked: "Are you a Mama or Only-Just-ALady?" "I am only just a lady," the lady said, patting Bessie Bell's little tiny hand. And it was easy to see that, in Bessie Bell's mind, though Only-Just-Ladies were kind and sweet, Mamas were far greater and more important beings. One night, when Sister Helen Vincula had put Bessie Bell to bed in the small bed that was not a crib-bed, though like that she had slept in before she had come to the high mountain, Bessie Bell still lay wide awake. Her blue eyes were wide open and both of her pink little hands were above her head on the pillow. She was thinking, and thinking, and she forgot that she was thinking her thinking aloud, and she said: "Alice has a Mama. Robbie has a Mama. Katie has a mama. Where is Bessie Bell's mama? Never mind: Bessie Bell will find a mama." Then Sister Helen Vincula, who was wide awake, too, said: "Ah me, ah me." Bessie Bell said: "Sister Helen Vincula, did you call me?" LIFE Strong, leonine, laid out along the sand, The Sphinx, with face perfect as Nilus flower, Subtile lips, fresh as rosebuds in a shower; Yet her years more than man's knowledge hath spanned- Charming men ever with mysterious power, In simple wisdom tangling all the land: So Life lies stretched along the sands of time. Fretting us with her riddles: Whence? How? Why? POESY It is a subtile breath that blows through verse, Yet this the buoyant breath that blows to fame. ALABAMA DAISIES Fresh Alabama daisies, blue and bright, With earth's virescent livery, warm, dew-wet, Caught close to earth by fresh green grasses' net— Blue eyes upturned to the loftiest height. So Life be bright, though in secluded ways, As this small circlet, full as circled morn: So, too, my life, look ever up and on, Lifting unadunted eyes to heaven's rays, Nor failing all the while earth to adorn― A gracious, unmarred memory when gone. THE RED-WINGED BLACK-BIRD Gay little whistler in the tree, He was a soldier once-My word! AN EASTER DAWN Like some vast cosmic egg, a Day A golden ball it does display Wrapped in a morn as white as rime. A WINTER DAWN Two hours space the battle raged- LIGHTS AND SHADES OF PLANTATION LOVE MAKING From 'Kodak at the Quarters.' Copyright, and used here by permission of the author. THE PROPOSAL A very shy fellow was dusky Sam, As slow of speech as the typical clam. He couldn't make love to his Angeline Though his love grew like the Great Gourd Vine So he brought the telephone to his aid To assist in wooing the chosen maid: "Miss Angeline? Dat you?" called he. "Yas. Dis Angeline-Dis me—” "I-des wanter say-dat I does-love youMiss Angeline-does you love me, too—?” "Why-yas-Of course I loves my beauSay. What's de reason you wants to know?" "Miss-hold de wire-Will you marry me? True-?" "Yas. Course I will Say. Who is you?" THE STRANGENESS OF IT After de war it seemed to Uncle Dan Dat keepin' a boardin' house was a good plan. His daughter Lu, on de porch he found her, Settin' wid a boarder's arm around her! You tell dat nigger now to his face For to take his arm from around yo' waist—” "Tell him yo'se'f," say Lu; "dat nigger he Is des a puffec' stranger to me!" THE MARRIAGE LICENSE You got back, Massa, from de town- Dat license reads for Sal and me? Since you been gone I change my min' Des you take dem license and change de name You can't do dat? Cost me two dollars mo'? Oh, no, sah! Massa, no, sah-No Des leave de name dat's writ dar Sal's 'Caze dar ain't two dollars' diffunce 'twixt dem gals! DE QUALITY At Christmas my ole Mistis she Give th'ee dinners, don't you see! And I totes 'em round on de nag, Barbee. Dem wid blue blood and ancestree, |