For some time Wool could only reply by sobbing, but when he was able to articulate he blubbered forth:
"It's nuf to make anybody go put his head under a meat-ax, so it is!"
"What is the matter, Wool?" again inquired Capitola.
"How'd you like to have your eyelids cut off?" howled Wool, indignantly.
"What?" inquired Capitola.
"Yes; I axes how'd you like to have your eyelids cut off? Case that's what ole marse t'reatens to do long o' me, if I don't follow arter you and keep you in sight. And now you forbids of me to do it, and—and—and I'll go and put my neck right underneaf a meat-ax!"
Now, Capitola was really kind-hearted, and, well knowing the despotic temper of her guardian, she pitied Wool, and after a little hesitation she said:
"Wool, so your old master says if you don't keep your eyes on me he'll cut your eyelids off?"
"Ye—ye—yes, miss," sobbed Wool.
"Did he say if you didn't listen to me he'd cut your ears off?"