And, next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else's because shoes got by devilish ways will. burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But from here on in, son, I hope you will behave yourself" She led the way down the hall to the front door and opened it. "Good night! Behave yourself boy!" she said, looking into the street as he went down the steps. The boy wanted to say something other than "Thank you, mam," to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but although his lips moved, he couldnt even say that, as he turned at the foot of the barren stoop and looked up at the large woman in the door. Then she shut the door. u, Mam