"Ain't wanted, Cudjo? You don't know what you's sayin' now. Whar my ol' massa and young missis is, dar ol' Toby's wanted. Can't lib widout me, dey can't! Ol' massa wants me to nuss him. Ye don't tink—you's a nigger widout no kind ob 'sideration, Cudjo."
"Talk o' you nussin' him when him's got Pomp!"
"Pomp! what can Pomp do? Wouldn't trust him to nuss a chick sicken!" Toby talked backwards in his excitement.
"Ki! didn't him take Massa Hapgood and make him well? Don't ye know nuffin'?"
Toby seemed staggered for a moment. But he rallied quickly, and said,—
"He cure Massa Hapgood? He done jes' nuffin' 't all fur him. De fac's is, I had de nussin' on him for a spell at fust, and gib him a start. Dar's ebery ting in a start, Cudjo."
"O, what a stupid nigger!" said Cudjo. "Hyar's Massa Hapgood hisself! leab it to him now!"
"You are both right," said Penn. "Toby did nurse me, and give me a good start; for which I shall always thank him."
"Dar! tol' ye so, tol' ye so!" said Toby.
"But it was Pomp who afterwards cured me," added Penn.