He kicked at the cat; but she was lucky enough to escape, and ran out of the room as fast as her four legs could carry her.
“Big ugly debble!” muttered Pomp, watching the blood ooze from his finger.
“What's the matter, Pomp?”
“Old cat scratch me.”
“And what did you do to her, Pomp? I am afraid you deserved your scratch.”
“Didn't do noffin', Mass' Frank,” said Pomp virtuously.
“I don't think you always tell the truth, Pomp.”
“Can't help it, Mass' Frank. 'Spec' I've got a little debble inside of me.”
“What do you mean, Pomp! What put that idea in your head?”
“Dat's what mammy says. Dat's what she al'ays tells me.”