The Fool-Killer, Pores Knob, North Carolina, October 1, 1925

“Yes, it is,” she replied. “And so was yesterday, and my name is Ella, and I know I’m a pretty girl and have lovely blue eyes, and I’ve been here quite awhile, and I like the place, and don’t think I’m too nice a girl to be working here. My wages are satisfactory, and I don’t think there’s a show or a dance in town tonight, and if there was I wouldn’t go with you.”