"Dandy Jim, massa."
"Thet arn't all—what's th' rest?"
"Dandy Jim of ole Car'lina."
"Who made ye?"
"De good God, massa."
"No, He didn't: God doant make little nigs. He makes none but white folks;" said the master, laughing.
"Yas He'm do; Missus say He'm do; dat He make dis nig jess like He done little Totty."
"Wal, He did, Jim. I'm d——d ef He didn't, fur nobody else cud make ye!" replied the man, patting the little woolly head with undisguised affection.
"Now, Jim, say th' creed fur 'de gemman.'"
The young darky then repeated the Apostle's Creed and the Ten Commandments.