“Marse Jim, I wants you an’ Marse Robert to come roun’ to de back yard des arter dinner,” said George to Mr. Brusard.
“What are you up to, George?” asked the white man.
“Des a little fun, sir. Be sho’ an’ be dere!”
George went through the house, telling those whom he liked that he would expect them at the rear of the building that evening at half-past nine.
At the appointed hour the little yard was full of curious persons, anxious to know what sort of trick the ex-slave had on hand.
“George, what is this you are giving us?” asked young Brusard.
“Ax me no questions, an’ I’ll tell you no lies,” answered the negro.
“Marse Jim, ef you all des wait here till de Englishman go to his room den you’ll see some fun.”
“What have you done to Mr. Ferrier’s room?”