“You call a me, missie?”
“Yes, you know I called you. Where are you?”
“Hey—oh—hi—ho! Hey oh—hi oh! Ally olly hi—oh—olly olly hi!” came in musical tones from the other side of the house; and as I peeped once more through the windows I saw Hannibal’s bent back, as he stooped and picked up the clothes, brushed off some dust, and then with them held all ready and his face working with excitement, he crept to the door.
“Pompey, do you hear me?” cried Sarah, who was gone up now to the house.
“Hey—oh—hi—oh! Yes, missie, you call a me?” came from a little farther away.
“Do you hear what I say, sir?”
“Yes, missie.”
“Then come here directly.”
“Ole massa go along, an’ Massa George a ’top alonga.”
“Pompey!”