'I's born way down 'pon de Mississip;
I's crossed de riber on a cotton-wood chip,'"
roared Cyd, trying to sing a familiar song.
"Why, he is crazy!" exclaimed Lily.
"Yes, missy, he's crazy; but he soon git ober it," answered Quin, laughing.
"Why do you laugh, Quin? You don't seem to be at all concerned about him," added Lily.
"Bad fit, missy!"
"What ails him?"
"Bad fit, missy; my ole massa use to hab lots ob dem fits," chuckled Quin.
"But what kind of a fit is it, Quin?"