Excerpt from Chapter I: "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. "I don't b'lieve I'll go to school to-day, Auntie," said Sue, a demure little miss at the lower end of the table. "Yes yo' will, honey," retorted the black mammy, in a voice she meant to be severe. "Yo' 's goin' to school, all of yo', an' I don't 'tend yous'll be late, nuther." "I'm not going, for one," declared Don, his mouth too full to speak properly. "Get some more cakes; will you, Aunt Hy?" requested Becky, in a plaintive tone. "They snapped those up so quick I couldn't harpoon a single one." The faithful old servant pattered back to the kitchen, slid more cakes from the griddle to her plate, poured on fresh batter and came pattering back again.