"How long have you lived with your uncle?"
"About four years. When my father died, he told me to go to Uncle Aaron."
"Didn't he leave any property?"
"Uncle Aaron says he didn't leave a cent, and I suppose it's so; but father told me in his last sickness there'd be some property for me."
"I've no doubt there was, and he cheated you out of it," said Bob indignantly. "That's just my opinion of your uncle."
"Even if it is so, I can't do anything. It'll do no good. But I'd like to know how it is, for Uncle Aaron is all the time twitting me with living on him."
"As if you don't do enough to earn your own living. Why, you work harder than Clip, here, though that isn't saying much," added Bob, with a smile.
Clip showed his white teeth, and seemed to enjoy the joke.
"Spec's I was born lazy," he said, promptly. "Dat ain't my fault, ef I was born so."
"That wouldn't be any excuse with Uncle Aaron," remarked Sam. "He thinks I'm lazy, and says he means to lick the laziness out of me."