“Now call him,” she said.
“Li’ll Iky! Li’ll Iky!” shouted Judy.
“Ma-a-a-a-me!” came a sharp, plaintive answer from the great deep.
“Is you down dar, precious?”
“Eth, e-e-eth, ’m.”
“Well, well, is you drownded?”
“No—no—no, ’m!”
“Well, well! Is you done gone all to pieces?”
“No—n-n-no, ’m!”
“Is anything de matter wid mammy’s precious boy baby?”