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44 [Taking chair from  of bookcase at back and placing it back of table ] Very well, Marse Hamilton, yo's in fo' to-night. Now yo' eat that thar dinnah, an' I'll bring yo' mo' to follow.

Now! What have we here? Chicken.

[At escritoire.] Ah!

And bread and butter. Damn it, there's no pie!

[Coming over.] Good heavens! No pie!

[Calling.] Zekiel!

I'll wager he's gone to get the pie.

Well, it doesn't seem much to go building banks on.

How can I build banks without pie!

It's time Betsy came back. Thank God, she will be home next week.