Mammy Lyddy turned toward her. “You know I don't mean nuttin' like dat! I leetle more 'n smacked that yaller gal' what you call you' maid over 'bout talkin' dat way t'other day.”
“Then what do you want!”
“I wants rec'nition—dat's all I wants.”
“Who told you to say that!” asked Mr. Graeme.
“Who tol' me to say dat?” She was puzzled.
“Yes.”
“Ain' nobody tol' me to say it.”
“Yes, some one has. Who was it?—-the Reverend Johnson? Did n't he tell you that!”
She hesitated; but Mr. Graeme's eye was searching.
“Well, he no mo' 'n others—no much mo'. Of co'se, he tol' me dat—he preaches 'bout it; but did n't nobody have to tell me—I knows 'bout it myself.”