The last time I saw my sister, I had persuaded her to open a bank account, and she had done so, and had made small deposits from time to time.  When I came to look for the bankbook, I discovered that her lodger, one Mayfield, had taken it at her death, and nobody knew where it might be now.  I found out that Mayfield had drawn thirty dollars from the account for my sister’s burial, and also an unknown amount for himself.  He had done nothing for the boy.  I went down to the bank, and was told that Mayfield claimed to look after my sister’s burial and her affairs.  He had made one Reuben Bennett, who was no relation and had no interest in the matter, administrator for Lawrence, until his coming of age.  But Bennett had as yet done nothing for him.  The book was in the bank, with some of the account still undrawn, how much I did not know.  I next went to see a lawyer, to find out how much it would cost me to get this book.  The lawyer said fifteen dollars.  I said I would call again.  In the meantime, I went to the court house, and when the case on trial was adjourned I went to the judge and stated my case.  The judge, who was slightly acquainted with my sister and me, told me to have Reuben Bennett in court next morning at nine o’clock, and to bring Lawrence with me.  When we had all assembled before the judge, he told Bennett to take Lawrence and go to the bank and get the money belonging to my sister.  Bennett went and collected the money, some thirty-five dollars.  The boy was then given into my care by the judge.  For his kindness, the judge would accept no return.  Happy at having obtained the money so easily, we went back to our room, and rested until our departure the next night for Jacksonville, Florida.  I had decided to go to this place for the winter, on account of Lawrence, thinking the Northern winter would be too severe for him.

My youngest sister, who had come to Macon from Atlanta a few days before my arrival, did not hear of Caroline’s death until within a few days of our departure.  This youngest sister decided to go to Florida with us for the winter.

Our trunks and baggage were taken to the station in a team.  We had a goodly supply of food, given us by our friends and by the people whose hospitality we had shared during the latter part of our stay.

The next morning we got into Jacksonville.  My idea was to get a place as chambermaid at Green Cove Springs, Florida, through the influence of the head waiter at a hotel there, whom I knew.  After I got into Jacksonville I changed my plans.  I did not see how I could move my things any farther, and we went to a hotel for colored people, hired a room for two dollars, and boarded ourselves on the food which had been given us in Macon.  This food lasted about two weeks.  Then I had to buy, and my money was going every day, and none coming in, I did not know what to do.  One night the idea of keeping a restaurant came to me, and I decided to get a little