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294 about our troubles, because you do such sad talking about dying and Uncle Si marrying again," Rebecca suggested.

"Laws-a-mussy, chil', go on an' talk. My white folks been a comin' down here ter ol' Pearly Gates' cabin a tellin' her they troubles fer so long I couldn't stan' my 'zistence 'thout I felt lak I done some good jes' a listenin' ter miseries. What else is a worryin' you, honey chil'?"

"I wasn't going to mention my other worries, 'cause you have enough to think about. I guess you can see I am bothered about something without my telling you. You are so sympathetic, Aunt Pearly Gates."

"Well, honey baby, I kin see a lil' line on yo' forehaid what don' b'long thar an' I notice a look in yo' eyes what is wrong ter see in a lil' gal what ain't mo'n in her teens. What is it, Beck baby?"

"Oh, Aunt Pearly Gates, sometimes I am afraid I'm not named Taylor after all. If I am, why doesn't Mrs. O'Shea answer my letters? Why doesn't she send Daddy's books to me? Grandfather has written, too, and she doesn't answer his letters either, or if she has answered them he hasn't told me.

"I may be nothing but an impostor after all,