Huyton-with-Roby

They were not ostentatious as much as they were happy—in a grownup, made-peace-with-it-all way.

The little shoe, whose silken laces had become loose in walking, lay in the road covered-with dust.

Mis' Roby went down to dis house one day, an' when she opened de door, dare lay er Yankee sojer on de floor.

Mis' Roby cut off de bloody ran an' wash dat sojer boy's head den she tied up de cut places.

This garrison arrived at the moment when the insurgents, confiding on the Governor's promise, were with-drawing.

Dat night when 'twuz dark Mis' Roby wrap' up er passel of food an' er bottle of brandy an' give it to dat sojer Yankee boy.