Bubbles looked distressed. "She gwine sen' me off, anyway."
"I'll beg her not to. She has no right to do it."
"Dat don' do no good. She kaint see nothin' 'cepin' them childern o' hern, an' ef dey lies den it all right, an' ef we speaks truff we ain't all right."
"I wish I could go, too," said Eleanor mournfully. But just then came a voice. "Eleanor, where are you? I forbade your leaving your room."
"You jes' sass her," said Bubbles. "Ef she believe I'm bad, I'm gwine be bad."
And Eleanor answered flippantly, "I'm up here, Cousin Ellen."
"Come down."
"Tell her yuh won't," urged Bubbles.
Eleanor hesitated. "What do you want me for?" she compromised by saying.
"Come down, and I will tell you."