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oad road ter hell! What'll I feel like, if'n I ain't got no back ter my frock? No, sir! I's a goin' ter have on a dress complete. It mought be that Peter'll think better er me if I shows him sech a spectful back."

"You not get in Heaven!" exclaimed Kent. "Why, Aunt Mary, there wouldn't be any Heaven for all of us bad Brown boys if you weren't there."

"Well, now them is words of comfort what beats the preacher's. I done always been b'lievin' in 'fluence an' I mought er knowed my white folks would look arfter me on the las' day jes as much as ever. I kin git in as Miss Milly's cook if'n th'aint no other way. I been a 'lowing whin I gits ter Heaven I wouldn't have ter work no more, but sence I been a laid up in the baid so long I gin ter think that work would tas'e right sweet. Cookin' in Heaven wouldn't be so hard with plenty of 'gredients ter han' and no scrimpin' and scrougin' of 'terials. A lan' flowin' with milk an' honey mus' have aigs an' butter. Here you, Sukey Jourdan! Whar you hidin'?"

"Here I is, Sis Ma'y, I jes' stepped in the shed room ter men' the fire ginst 'twas time ter knock up a bite er dinner fer you."

"Well, while I's a thinkin' of it, I want you to git my bes' linen apron outn the chist--the one with the insertioning let in 'bove the hem, an' put it in the highboy drawer with my bes' black silk. I low I'll be laid out in a apron, 'cause if'n I can't git inter Heaven no other way, I am a thinkin' with a clean white apron on I kin slip in as a good cook."

"Dear Aunt Mary, you have been as good as gold all your life," declared Mrs. Brown, wiping a tear from her eye, but smiling in spite of herself at Aunt Mary's quaint idea of a way to gain an entrance through the pearly gates.

Aunt Mary had had many doubts about her being saved and had spent many weary nights, terrified at the thought of dying and perhaps not being fit for Heaven, but now that she had thought of wearing the apron, all doubts of her desirability were set at rest; indeed, her last days were filled with peace since she felt now that even Peter could not turn back a good cook.

"I must be going, Aunt Mary," said Kent, taking the old woman's withered hand in his strong grasp. "I'll be home again in a few weeks, I fancy, maybe sooner."

"They's one thing I ain't arsked you yit: whar's that there Judy gal? I been a dreamin' you would bring her back with you."

"She is the thing I am going back to France for, Aunt Mary."

"Sho nuf? Well, well! They do tell me they's fightin' goin' on in some er them furren parts. Sholy Miss Judy ain't nigh the fightin' an' fussin'?"

"Yes, I am afraid she is. That's the reason I must go for her."

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