“Wal, s’pposin.”
“What can she do to you?”
“Do! Lots ob tings. She can come and lib whar I lib, an hamma away all day an all night on my ole head wid broomsticks an pokers.”
“But what makes you let her?”
“Let her? Wat can I do bout it?”
“Why, the law’ll protect you.”
“Be law sakes, chile! Don’t you know de law can’t ’tect husbands agin wives? It’ll only ’tect wives agin husbands. My pinion is, dat de law’s clean in fabor ob de women, an de men hain’t got no chance—not a mite.”
At this new view of the law Bart was somewhat nonplussed.
“O, well,” said he, “I don’t believe she’ll ever trouble you again. You’ll go back to the academy, and Dr. Porter’ll take care of you.”
Solomon shook his head.