“Yaas’m, dat’s what fetch me here now. I comes ter tell yer Ma ter tell dat ’oman Cindy ter take her chillun off my farm. I gwine ’low no mo’ rent-payin’ ter nobody off’n my lan’!”
“Your land, Uncle Aleck? When did you get it?” asked Marion, placing her cheek against the setter.
“De Gubment gim it ter me to-day,” he replied, fumbling in his pocket, and pulling out the document. “You kin read it all dar yo’sef.”
He handed Marion the paper, and Margaret hurried down and read it over her shoulder.
Both girls broke into screams of laughter.
Aleck looked up sharply.
“Do you know what’s written on this paper, Uncle Aleck?” Margaret asked.
“Cose I do. Dat’s de deed ter my farm er forty acres in de land er de creek, whar I done stuck off wid de red, white, an’ blue sticks de Gubment gimme.”
“I’ll read it to you,” said Margaret.
“Wait a minute,” interrupted Marion. “I want Aunt Cindy to hear it—she’s here to see Mamma in the kitchen now.”