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And accordingly, repaired to the back of the house, and took their stand under the schoolroom window. The schoolroom was on the first floor, but the house was raised some distance from the ground by means of stone pillars, so none of the children were tall enough to see into the room. Dilsey called Diddie softly, and the little girl appeared at the window.
The procession drew up in front of the house, and Diddie, Dumps and Tot went from one end of it to the other distributing candies and apples, and oranges and toys; and how the bright faces did light up with joy as the little darkies laughed and chuckled, and I dare say would have jumped up and clapped their hands but for Aunt Nancy, who was keeping a sharp eye upon them, and who would say, as every present was delivered,
An', please, are you mad, papa?" "It was certainly very wrong," said her father, "to help Diddie to get out, when Miss Carrie had locked her in; and I am surprised that Diddie should need to be kept in. Why didn't you learn your lesson, my daughter?"
And Uncle Pomp mounted the donkey that Dilsey had ridden, and rode off with his master, while Diddie and Dumps climbed on top of the fence to catch the last glimpse of them, waving their sun-bonnets and calling out, "Good-bye, Mr. Tight-fis' Smith and Uncle Pomp." His negroes not only had holiday, but a barbecue, and it was a day of general mirth and festivity.
"Have you said your lesson yet?" asked Dumps. "No, an' I ain't ergoin' to, neither," answered Diddie. "An' yer ain't had yer dinner, nuther, is yer, Miss Diddie?" asked Dilsey. "No; but I don't care 'bout that; I sha'n't say my lesson not ef she starves me clean ter death."
"What are you looking for, Uncle Bob?" asked Diddie. "Des er few buckeyes, honey," answered the old man. "What you goin' ter du with 'em?" asked Dumps, as the little girls joined him in his search. "Well, I don't want ter die no drunkard, myse'f," said Uncle Bob, whose besetting sin was love of whiskey. "Does buckeyes keep folks from dying drunkards?" asked Dumps.
"But, indeed, he is punished," said Diddie; "he was almost starved to death when me and Dumps carried him the picnic; and then he is so scared, he's been punished, Mr. Smith; so please let him come home, and don't whup him." "Yes, PLE-EE-ASE promise," said Dumps, tightening her hold on his neck; and Mr.
They soon wearied of such dull sport, and began to set their wits to work to know what to do next. "Le's go 'possum-huntin'," suggested Dilsey. "There ain't any 'possums in the daytime," said Diddie. "Yes dey is, Miss Diddie, lots uv 'em; folks jes goes at night fur ter save time. I knows how ter hunt fur 'possums; I kin tree 'em jes same ez er dog."
Sometimes, though, he would butt them over and hurt them and Major Waldron had several times had him turned into the pasture; but Diddie would always cry and beg for him to be brought back and so Old Billy was nearly always in the yard.
"Well, what's the business, little ones?" and he took a seat on the side of the bed, and regarded them curiously. But here Diddie stopped, for she felt it was a delicate matter to speak to this genial, pleasant-faced old man of cruelty to his own slaves. Dumps, however, was troubled with no such scruples; and, finding that Mr.
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