Fourth Step?

A LITTLE colored boy walked into a drug store down South and asked the "Doc" if he could use the 'phone. He called his number and his end of the conversation could easily be overheard. "How'do, Miz Johnson," the eager voice said into the mouthpiece. "I'se a boy what does odd jobs 'round town. I see you got a mighty big lawn. Maybe you need a boy to cut it?"