A comely colored girl was preparing for her marriage. Before the ceremony she hoarded her wages; but immediately after the wedding she hunted up her mistress and asked her to take charge of the fund.
“I’ll take it, of course,” said the puzzled lady; “but, Mandy, won’t you be needing your money to spend on your honeymoon?”
“Miss May,” said the bride, “does you think I’se goin’ to trust myse’f wid a strange nigger an’ all dat money on me?”
