'And with his first earnings he bought his mother!'
'Yas, massa; wid de bery fuss.'
'Ally, give me your hand,' I exclaimed, with unaffected pleasure; 'you're a man! You're worthy of such a mother!'
'Yas, he am dat, massa! He'm wordy ob anyting, an' he'm gwine to hab a wife ter day, massa. Boss Joe am gwine ter marry 'em, an' ter gib 'em him own cabin fur dar Chrismus giff.'
'Well, Joe is a trump. I'll remember him in my will for that, aunty, sure.'
'Dat'm bery good ob 'ou, massa; but I reckon 'ou can't tink who Ally'm gwine ter hab, massa,' said the old woman, her face beaming all over.
'No, I can't, Dinah. Who is she?'
'It'm little Rosey, dat 'ou buy ob de trader, massa; an' she'm de pootiest little gal all roun' yere; ebery one say dat, massa.'
'Indeed! And they are to be married to-day?'
'Yas, massa, ter day—dis evenin'. 'Ou'll be dar, woan't 'ou, massa?'