“Tain’t no boat there,” urged Dumps; “tain’t no water even, an’ I don’t b’lieve we’d be drownded; an’ tain’t no bears roun’ this place like them that eat up the bad little Chil’en in the Bible; and tain’t no Injuns in this country, an’ tain’t no snakes nor lizards till summer-time, an’ all the cows is out in the pasture; an’ tain’t no ghos’es in the daytime, an’ I don’t b’lieve there’s nothin’ ter happen to us; an’ ef there wuz, I reckon God kin take care of us, can’t he?”
“He won’t do it, though, ef we don’t mind our mother,” replied Diddie.
“Mammy ain’t none of our mother, and tain’t none of her business not to be lettin’ us play on the lumber, neither. Please come, Diddie, we’ll have such a fun, an’ nothin’ can’t hurt us. If you’ll come, we’ll let you keep the hotel, an’ me an’ Tot ’ll be the boarders.”
The idea of keeping the hotel was too much for Diddie’s scruples, and she readily agreed to the plan. Dilsey was then despatched to the nursery to bring the dolls, and Chris ran off to the wood-pile to get the wheelbarrow, which was to be the omnibus for carrying passengers to and from the hotel.
These details being satisfactorily arranged, the next thing was to slip off from Cherubim and Seraphim, for they followed the little girls everywhere, and they would be too much trouble on this occasion, since they couldn’t climb up on the pile themselves, and would whine piteously if the children left them.
The plan finally decided upon was this: Diddie was to coax them to the kitchen to get some meat, while the other children were to go as fast as they could down the avenue and wait for her where the road turned, and she was to slip off while the puppies were eating, and join them.
They had only waited a few minutes when Diddie came running down the road, and behind her (unknown to her) came Old Billy.
“Oh, what made you bring him?” asked Dumps, as Diddie came up.
“I didn’t know he was comin’,” replied Diddie, “but he won’t hurt: he’ll just eat grass all about, and we needn’t notice him.”
“Yes, he will hurt,” said Dumps; “he behaves jus’ dreadful, an’ I don’t want ter go, neither, ef he’s got ter be er comin’.”