“Who’s your father?”
“Haint got none. My mudder say she was tricked, en I’se de trick!” he chuckled and walled his eyes.
Charlie came close and looked him over. Dick giggled and showed the whites of his eyes.
“What made that streak on your neck?”
“Nigger done it wid er axe.”
“What nigger?”
“Low life nigger name er Amos what stays roun’ our house Sundays.”
“What made him do it?”
“He low he wuz me daddy, en I sez he wuz er liar, en den he grab de axe en try ter chop me head off.”
“Gracious, he ’most killed you!”