A Little Colored Boy, and Other Stories
“ Yes, there is rest for my soul.” “And your body, too,” growled Mr. Warner. “If you women had the trials I have with Ned, you would not set so much store by him.”“I won’t deny that he’s trying, Henry; but when one is weary and fretted with a long, hot day’s work, it is the most soothing thing in the world to hear the child singing in the twilight about rest for his soul. It rests me way to my toes.” “It would rest me a heap more if he did his work. Now, you see when I called him to help he was singing about rest, but supper being ready, he comes along without being called even.” ”
