“A million of gratitudes! When I require your valuable guidance I will seek it. But for the present, I begin to suspect that my limbs were not quite crushed, but only benumbed; and instead of being scalped outright I have only lost a handful of hair,” said Dick, as he settled himself comfortably in his seat, and subsided into silence.
“How does you feel now, honey? Is you comformerble?” inquired mammy, in a low tone, addressing her charge.
She received no answer.
“I do b’lieve how she’s sleep. How is you getting along, honey?” repeated mammy. But with no better success.
“I do ’spose she is ’sleep! But, Lor’, I daren’t go nearer to her to see for fear I should fall on her, and mash her, which would be dreadful. Tell me if you is asleep, honey; ’cause if you is I won’t wake you up,” said mammy, raising her voice, and listening attentively.
But still she received no reply,
“Wonder what’s the matter with her?” muttered mammy, uneasily.
“She’s asleep,” answered Dick.
“Well, if she’s ’sleep, why couldn’t she tell me so when I axed her?”
“She has told you so,” replied Dick.