“Now you-all stop dat a-foolin’ an’ eat yo’ brekfas’ like sens’ble chill’ns, ” said Aunt Hyacinth, coming in with a plate of smoking cakes. “Ef yo’ don’, yo’ done be late fo’ school, shore ’nuff.”
A ripple of laughter went around the group of five young Darings as a scramble was made for the cakes.