“Done? Nothing.”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“I’m taking her down to Richmond, to be sold.”
“Does she belong to you?”
“No; she belongs to ——; he raised her.”
“Why does he sell her—has she done anything wrong?”
“Done anything? No: she’s no fault, I reckon.”
“Then, what does he want to sell her for?”
“Sell her for! Why shouldn’t he sell her? He sells one or two every year; wants the money for ’em, I reckon.”
The irritated tone and severe stare with which this was said, my friend took as a caution not to pursue his investigation.