The latter part of this speech was addressed to Aunt Polly, who turned round and brandished the poker toward him, saying,
"Go 'bout yer business, Nace; kase you is got cause fur joy, it is not wort my while to be glad. You is an old fool, dat nobody keres 'bout, no how. I spects you would be glad to run off, too, if yer old legs was young enuff fur to carry you."
"Me, Poll, I wouldn't be free if I could, kase, you see, I has done sarved my time at de 'post,' and now I is Masser's head-man, and I gits none ob de beatings. It is fun fur me to see de oders."
I turned my eyes upon him, and he looked so like a beast that I shut out any feeling of resentment I might otherwise have entertained. Amy came in, bearing little Ben in her arms, followed by her two sisters, Jinny and Lucy.
"La, Aunt Polly, is Lindy gone?" and her blank eyes opened to an unusual width, as she half-asked, half-asserted this fact.
"Yes, but what's it to you, Amy?"
"I jist hear 'em say so, as I was comin' along."
"Whar she be gone to?" asked Lucy.
"None ob yer bisness," replied Aunt Polly, with her usual gruffness.