"And so you'll both come!" said Fannie.
"Why, as I say, Miss Fannie, thass the question, fo' there's the care o' my flock, you know."
"De laymbs," put in Virginia, "de laymbs is bleeds to be fed, you know, Miss Fannie, evm if dey is black."
"Yass, ma'am," resumed Leviticus; "an' if we speak o' mere yearthly toys, Fudjinia's pigs an' chickens has they claims."
"Well, whoever's taking care of them now can keep on till the twenty-second, Uncle Leviticus; and as for your church, you can run down there Sunday and come right back, can't you? Why can't you?"
"Uncle Leviticus," said Barbara, "we expect, of course, to pay you both, you know."
"Why, of course!" said Fannie, "you understood that, didn't you?"
"Yass'm, o' co'se," interposed Virginia, quickly, while Leviticus drawled,
"O the question o' pay is seconda'y!—But we'll have to accede, Fudjinia; they can't do without us."
"I think, Fannie," said Barbara, looking very business-like, "we'd better have them name their price and agree to it at once, and so be sure——"