“’Es,” said the child.
“An’ Miss Yoma, p’ease, ma’am, yo’ sen’ de chile home soon’s ebber yo’ git tired ob her.”
“Very well, Hera.”
So the mother went out, leaving the child with Owlet.
And that day they had a glorious time.
Owlet amazed and delighted Ducky Darling with the sight of her picture books and toys, but among them all the little black child was the most enraptured with a small musical box, so that when at length she was claimed to be carried away by her mother, Owlet raised her to the height of bliss by giving her the box.
CHAPTER XIII
A THUNDERBOLT
Early the next morning, when Owlet was taking her usual run in the garden before breakfast, she found the little black child in the gooseberry walk, sitting down by the chicken coop.
“Oh, Ducky Darling, I am so glad to see you again!” Owlet cried.
“Chickies,” replied the child, with a broad smile.