"Has you all seen anything of a low down black pickaninny which is los'?" This remark came from 'Vada.
"Which is stole," corrected a mountain of flesh, quivering with wrath.
"Is it Samuel Saul?" asked Ethelwyn.
"It is so; will you projus him?" asked the mountain.
"He's in the attic asleep; his sister sold him to us for a present to Bobby and Nan—"
"O let's see him," cried Nan, with lively interest.
"You all is gwine to leab him alone—" began the mountain, when Mandy turned ponderously in her direction.
"Will you, Martha Jane Jenkins, please kindly rec'lect dat you is 'sociatin' wid quality now, an' take a good care how you talk, though sholy it may be de fus time dat you has ebber been in good sassity—"
"Dat is sholy de trufe w'en I has been wid you," said Martha Jane Jenkins, wrathfully.
But now from the open attic windows were heard such piercing shrieks that they all with one consent turned in that direction.