August 21,1939 Morning
J. ILL not be or Copeland said. Just let me be. Kindly alloo sit .’
Fat trying to rus it time noo get gone from here.’
Doctor Copeland rocked stubbornly, ove. tchen was bare of all
furniture except t. ty, too. Most of ture o Portias ied to tomobile outside. All ruts? up o steady rembling inued to rock he creakingchair.
Beermined to sit till o leave.’
Buddy and me done es and------’
Us s before t liable to catche road.’
ted. Footsteps ecy on top of tove.
As eam. t truly be t. t Spinoza and of Karl Marx. t and to e te Singer, anding. ty. trengtrong, true purpose. And in ansrembled on of all said aloud: Almig! Utmost po not to undone t to have done.
So t truly be the end.’
come into th her whom he loved.
And Daisy . At nig room to study alone. ried to cogitate and to
discipline o study. But rong desire in go audy. So sometimes o t ated t.
And ton and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia. All lost. No one remained.
And Madyben and Benny Mae. And Benedine Madine and Mady Copeland. ted. But out of to take ease? ,All of strongly. because lay ao alk to tiently explain. And t t Daisy and on and Karl Marx and illiam and Portia by tove alone and take joy from this knowledge.
of turnip-green liquor and eat a pone of cornbread. A deep feeling of satisfaction would be in he day was good.
times of satisfaction. But ing value.
After a ia came in. I reckon I going to o dress you like a baby, she said.
me take off your bedroom s t to get gone from ty soon.’
o me? terly.
I done to you now?’
You kno I do not to leave. You pressed me into saying yes ion to make a decision. I wiso remain w.’
Listen to you carry on! Portia said angrily. You done grumbled so muc I nearly . You done fumed and fussed so t I right shamed for you.’
Ps you . I knoered into doing t which is wrong.’
Portia took off ton socks. Fat t. Us irely t plan for you to go out on and Buddy.
to take good care of you and you going to get well.’
No, I , said Doctor Copeland. But I would .’
e on take care you here?’
I .’
You just trying to be contrary.’
Ps. And I ignore you.’
t certainly is a nice o talk to me o put on your shoes and socks.’
I am sorry. Forgive me, Daug afford to quarrel. And besides, once you settled on to like it. t ttiest vegetable garden I ever seen. Make my mouto t it.
And cwo breed sows and eigrees.
Ypu just going to be crazy about it t a co go.’
I wisoo.’
ermined to grieve?’
I just feel t I have failed, he said.
how you mean you done failed?’
I do not kno leave me be, Daug let me sit .’
O.K. But us got to get gone from ty soon.’
. quietly and rock in til trembled and his backbone ached.
I certainly ia said. I certainly when I dead and gone as many peoples grieves for me as grieves for
Mr. Singer. I sure o knoo have as sad a funeral as he had and as many peoples------’
or Copeland roug;You talk too much.’
But truly o o no ote man and rusted ery of support. to tanding. Alo te man or scornful but be of all t not t t it from him now.
For it errible feelings o le . tred t for days ruly let o ter th Mr.
Blounti t visitor, t noe. Andt anger t came in umps of illies legs. tred —love for red for t left ed and sick in spiritDaug me my c. I am going.’
er time in bed he would fall.
ood leaning against took from one of to h.
, Portia said. But it so outside you not going to need it.’
time ty . ed against tibule and t outside. t and before and in the
very early morning—but noed on tomobile in treet.
ell, Benedict Mady, ttle bit fe be long.’
I do not be homesick?*
Portia good and ready. Buddy o ride o to love to drive.’
tomobile ied to t o top. But alted do empty. tood patiently, a brick tied to his reins.
Karl Marx, Doctor Copeland said. I^ook s not. Bring t on the floor and my rocking-chair.’
Less us get started. I anxious to be ime, on said.At last tomobile.
Karl Marx sat at tia, oget.
Fat on able ture.’
*No, it is too crohe wagon.’
But you not used to t going to be very bumpy and trip liable to take all day.’
quot;t does not matter. I his.’
tell on to come omobile.’
Grandpapa o tohe day before.
t urnips, for on to sell in to a sack of peaced.
ell, Benedict Mady, I see you riding he old man said.
Doctor Copeland climbed into trembled and a sudden spasm of nausea made on the rough boards.
I rigand I alo overlook and forget a good many things if a man be a scholar.
I very glad to he fambly again.’
turn soon, Doctor Copeland said. After only a monturn.’
on good schink he favors you some.
man I t noo me. And do number work.
Small a c for scholars.’
tion of ted to s possible t t in rong, truepurpose. For forty years all remained to be done and noted.
*Yes, Benedict Mady, I rigo ing to ask you about t foot. A queer feeling like my foot gone to sleep. I taken and rubbed it . I reatment.’