Frances Boyd Calhoun

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Reproduction of the original: Miss Minerva and William Green Hill by Frances Boyd Calhoun

Reproduction of the original: Miss Minerva and William Green Hill by Frances Boyd Calhoun

Miss Minerva and William Green Hill by Frances Boyd Calhoun. Author Frances Boyd Calhoun was born in Mecklenburg County, Virginia, in 1867, one of five children of a newspaper editor and publisher. The bus drove up to the gate and stopped under the electric street-light. Perched on the box by the big, black negro driver sat a little boy whose slender figure was swathed in a huge rain coat. Miss Minerva was on the porch waiting to receive him.

The little boy carelessly drew the back of his hand across his mouth. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you wiping my kiss off?" "Naw 'm," he replied, "I's jest a-I's a-rubbin' it in, I reckon." "Come in, William," and his aunt led the way through the wide hall into w big bedroom. "Billy, ma'am," corrected her nephew. "William," firmly repeated Miss Minerva. "You may have been called Billy on that plantation where you were allowed to run wild with the negroes, but your name is William Green Hill and I shall insist upon your being called by it.

Short excerpt: When she again looked in on him he was fast asleep a rosy flush on his babyish tearstained cheek his red lips half parted his curly head pillowed on his arm and close against his soft young throat there nestled the left hind foot of a rabbit.