She Could Use Him
"Rastus," said the judge sternly, "you're plain no-account and
shiftless, and for this fight I'm going to send you away for a year at
hard labour."
"Please, Jedge," interrupted Mrs. Rastus from the rear of the court
room, "will yo' Honah jes' split dat sentence? Don't send him away from
home, but let dat hard labour stand."
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