Lesson 1 Thank You, Ma’m

Longston Hughes

She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but a hammer and nails. It had a long strap[1] and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, dark, and she was walking alone, when a boy ran up behind her and tried to snatch her purse. The strap broke with the sudden single pull the boy gave it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined caused him to lose his balance. Instead of taking off full blast[2] as he had hoped, the boy fell on his back on the sidewalk and his legs flew up. The large woman simply turned around and kicked him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reached down, picked the boy up by his shirt front, and shook him until his teeth rattled.

After that the woman said, “Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here.”

She still held him tightly. But she bent down enough to permit him to stoop and pick up her purse. Then she said, “Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?”

Firmly caught by his shirt front, the boy said, “Yes’m.”

The woman said, “What did you want to do it for?”

The boy said, “I didn’t aim to.”

By that time two or three people passed, stopped, turned to look, and some stopped watching.

“If I turn you loose, will you run?” asked the woman.

“Yes’m,” said the boy.

“Then I won’t turn you loose,” said the woman. She did not release him.

“Lady, I’m sorry,” whispered the boy.

“Um-hum! Your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody home to tell you to wash your face?”

“No’m,” said the boy.

“Then it will get washed this evening,” said the large woman, starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her.

He looked as if he were fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild in tennis shoes and blue jeans.

The woman said, “You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong.Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are you hungry?”

“No’m,” said the being-dragged boy. “I just want you to turn me loose.”

“Was I bothering you when I turned that corner?” asked the woman.

“No’m.”

“But you put yourself in contact with me,” said the woman. “If you think that contact is not going to last awhile, you got another thought coming. When I get through with you, sir, you are going to remember Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.”

Sweat came out on the boy’s face and he began to struggle. Mrs. Jones stopped,jerked[3]him around in front of her, put a half-nelson about his neck, and continued to drag him up the street. When she got to her door, she dragged the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette-furnished room at the back of the house. She switched on the light and left the door open. The boy could hear other roomers laughing and talking in the large house. Some of their doors were open, too, so he knew he and the woman were not alone. The woman still had him by the neck in the middle of her room.

She said, “What is your name?”

“Roger,” answered the boy.

“Then, Roger, you go that sink and wash your face,” said the woman, whereupon she turned him loose—at last. Roger looked at the door—looked at the woman—looked at the door—and went to the sink.

“Let the water run until it gets warm,” she said. “Here is a clean towel.”

“You gonna take me to jail?” asked the boy, bending over the sink.

“Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere,” said the woman. “Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat, and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?”

“There’s nobody home at my house,” said the boy.

“Then we’ll eat,” said the woman. “I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pocketbook!”

“I want a pair of blue suede shoes,” said the boy.

“Well, you didn’t have snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes,” said Mrs.Luella Bates Washington Jones. “You could of asked me.”

“Ma’m?”

The water dripping from his face, the boy looked at her. There was a long pause.A very long pause. After he had dried his face and not knowing what else to do, dried it again, the boy turned around, wondering what next. The door was open. He would make a dash for it down the hall. He would run, run, run!

The woman was sitting on the day bed. After a while, she said, “I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.”

There was another long pause. The boy’s mouth opened. Then he frowned, not knowing he frowned.

The woman said, “Um-hum! You thought I was going to say but, didn’t you? You thought I was to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that.” Pause. Silence. “I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if He didn’t already know. Everybody’s got something in common. Sit you down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.”

In another corner of the room behind a screen was a gas plate and an icebox. Mrs.Jones got up and went behind the screen. The woman did not watch the boy to see if he was going to run now, nor did she watch her purse, which she left behind her on the day bed. But the boy took care to sit on the far side of the room, away from the purse,where he thought she could easily see him out of the corner of her eye if she wanted to. He did not trust the woman to trust him. And he did not trust the woman not to trust him. And he did not want to be mistrusted now.

“Do you need somebody to go to the store,” asked the boy, “Maybe to get some milk or something?”

“Don’t believe I do,” said the woman, “unless you just want sweet milk yourself. I was going to make cocoa out of this canned milk I got here.”

She heated some lima beans and ham she had in the icebox, made the cocoa, and set the table. The woman did not ask the boy anything about where he lived, or his folks, or anything else that would embarrass him. Instead, as they ate, she told him about her job in a hotel beauty shop that stayed open late, what the work was like, and how all kinds of women came in and out, blondes, redheads, and Spanish. Then she cut him half of her ten-cent cake.

“Eat some more son,” she said.

When they finished eating, she got up and said, “Now here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes. 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, ma’m” to Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones, but although his lips moved, he couldn’t even say that, as he turned at the foot of the barren[4] stoop[5] and looked up at the large woman in the door.Then she shut the door.

(1,380 words)

Exercises

I. How well did you read?

1. [Note the fact] What did the boy do when he met the woman?

A. He asked her for some money.

B. He tried to rob her bag.

C. He begged her for some food.

D. He grasped her for help.

2. [Give the reason] Why did the woman stop the boy from running away?

A. Because she wanted to punish him.

B. Because she wanted to take him to the police.

C. Because she wanted to teach him how to behave.

D. Because she wanted to give him some money.

3. [See the purpose] In Paragraph 36, the woman said “Everybody’s got something in common” to___________ the boy.

A. tease B. persuade C. encourage D. challenge

4. [Check the fact] What did NOT happen at the woman’s house?

A. The woman held the boy tightly.

B. The woman cooked for the boy.

C. The boy washed his face.

D. The boy got some money.

5. [Evaluate the information] Which of the following is not the personality shown about the woman in the passage?

A. Courage. B. Trust. C. Generosity. D. Ambition.

II. Read for words.

1. She did not release him. (Paragraph 10)

A. help B. free C. catch D. follow

2. You might run that comb through your hair so you will look presentable.” (Line 6,Paragraph 36)

A. pleasant B. sad C. poor D. dirty

3. … because shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet. (Line 3, Paragraph 42)

A. peaceful B. smooth C. different D. terrible

4. He would make a dash for it down the hall. (Line 4, Paragraph 33)

A. fast turn B. quick run C. loud noise D. sharp cry

III. Write for practice.

According to the story, write a short summary based on the leading questions. Word limit: above 60.

1. When did the story start?

2. What did the boy do to the woman?

3. What did the woman react?

4. Where did the woman take the boy?

5. What did the boy do in the woman’s house?

6. What kind of person was the woman?

7. What was the boy’s feeling at last?

8. What might you do when you meet a boy like that?

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