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Show SPECIALL Y ENDO WED "Some un sick at yo' house, Mis' Carter?" inquired Lila. "Ah seed the doctah's kyar eroun dar yestidy." "It was for my brother, Lila." "Sho! What's he done got do matter mat-ter of 'm?" "Nobody seems to know what the disease is. He can eat an' sleep as well as ever, he stays out all day long on the veranda in the sun and seems as well as any one, but he can't do any work at alL" "He cain't yo' says ho cain't work?" "Not a stroke." "Law, Miss Carter, dat ain't no disease dis-ease what yo' ibroth' got. Dat's a fiif !" Everybody's. |