“Yassir, but de doctor sewed me head back, en hit grow’d.”
“Goodness me!”
“Say!” grinned Dick.
“What?”
“I likes you.”
“Do you?”
“Yassir, en I aint gwine home no mo’. I done run away, en I wants ter live wid you.”
“Will you help me and Nelse work?”
“Dat I will. I can do mos’ anyting. You ax yer Ma fur me, en doan let dat nigger Nelse git holt er me.” Charlie’s heart went out to the ragged little waif. He took him by the hand, led him into the yard, found his mother, and begged her to give him a place to sleep and keep him.
His mother tried to persuade him to make Dick go back to his own home. Nelse was loud in his objections to the new comer, and Aunt Eve looked at him as though she would throw him over the fence.