The bus drove up to the gate and stopped under the electric street-light. Perched on the box by the big, black negro driver sat a little boy whose slender figure was swathed in a huge rain coat. “Mercy on me, child,” she said, “what on earth made you ride up there? Why didn't you get inside?”…
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