waffles ain't no good without plenty of syrup. You was
forever gettin' Miss Babs into mischief, Mas'r Bev'ly. I'll never forget
de day I dressed de two of you in yo' best white suits, cause yo'
grandmother Randolph was comin' on a visit, an' de minute my back was
turned you was bofe off to de swamp. My, what sights you was when I
found you! Miss Babs had tumbled in, an' yo' two faces was as black as
mine, and you was all over black mud. You bofe got a good whippin', an'
was put to bed in de middle of de day, but Lordie! What good did it do?
Miss Babs was sound asleep in ten minutes, and never woke up till nex'
mornin'. Nottin' ever upset her fo' long; God bless her."

The old woman's voice grew very gentle and Beverly, who had been smiling
over the childish reminiscences, grew suddenly grave. But Mammy was a
cheerful soul, and she did not intend to sadden the young people's
visit.

"Well, de Lord has his reasons, I s'pose," she said, with a sigh, "but
dey does seem hard to make out sometimes. Jes' 'scuse me one minute; I
got some hot ones on de fiah."

When Marjorie and Beverly had eaten so many waffles that they felt as
though they should not require anything more in the way of food for
days, Mammy reluctantly desisted from her hospitable efforts to force
another plateful upon her visitors, and the hospitably entertained young
people rose to go.

"I've had a lovely time," declared Marjorie, heartily. "It was dear of
you to let me come, Mammy; I shall never forget it."

"Any frien' of de Randolph fam'ly is always welcome to my cabin," said
Mammy, with the air of a queen dispensing hospitality to her subjects.
"Would you like to see de fam'ly pictures 'fo' you go?"

Marjorie said she would like nothing better, and while Beverly went out
to untie the horses, she followed Mammy into her tiny bedroom, the walls
of which were literally covered with photographs.

"Dis," announced Mammy, pausing in the doorway, and pointing to a
gentleman in uniform, "is Mas'r Will Randolph, Mas'r Bev'ly's
gran'father, took in de clothes he wore when he went to de wah. Dis lady
is his wife, de mis' Randolph dat brought up my maw; a gran' lady she
was too. Dis is Mas'r Bev'ly's father when he went away to school, jes
after de wah was over. Dis one is Mas'r Bev'ly's maw in her first ball
dress. Dat's Mas'r Bev'ly when he was a baby, and here's Miss Babs in
her fust short clothes. Over on dis side is Mas'r Bev'ly when he was
seven, and d