Conscious of having got a good price, Mr. Peterkin was in a capital humor.
"Come, go with me, Peterkin, and we'll draw up the papers, and I'll pay you your money."
This was an agreeable sound to master. He ordered Nace to bring out the wagon, and the order was hardly given before it was obeyed. Dismal looked that red wagon, the same which years before had carried me away from the insensible form of my broken-hearted mother. It appeared more dark and dreary, to me, than a coffin or hearse.
"Say, Peterkin, don't let 'em take many close; jist a change. It tires 'em too much if they have big bundles to carry."
"They shan't be troubled with that."
"Now, niggers, git your bundles and come 'long," said master.
"Oh," cried Lindy, "can I git to see young master before I start? I wants to thank him for de comfort he gib me last night," and she wiped the tears from her eyes, and was starting toward the door of the house, when Miss Jane intercepted her.
"No, you runaway hussy, you shan't go in to disturb him, and have a scene here."
"Please, Miss Jane, I only wants to say good-bye."