"Dar, now, you aggravating old nigger," said Rose, turning to her bosom lord, "I hope yer got it now! De plaguest old nigger dat ever I see! And you, Tom, go 'long and clean your knives, if yer don't mean to be cracked over!"
Meanwhile Tiff, restored to his usual tranquillity, ambled along homeward behind his one-eyed horse, singing "I'm bound for the land of Canaan," with some surprising variations.
At last Miss Fanny, as he constantly called her, interposed with a very pregnant question.
"Uncle Tiff, where is the land of Canaan?"
"De Lord-a-mercy, chile, dat ar's what I'd like to know myself."
"Is it heaven?" said Fanny.
"Well, I reckon so," said Tiff, dubiously.
"Is it where ma is gone?" said Fanny.
"Chile, I reckon it is," said Tiff.
"Is it down under ground?" said Fanny.