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No, somethin' will have to happen to her. I tell you, I b'lieve I'll make a runaway horse run over her goin' home." "Oh, no, Diddie, please don't," entreated Dumps; "po' little Nettie, don't make the horse run over her."
"Well, hit nuver killed her, anyhow," said Dumps; "hit jes only give her spasums; an' now you've gone and put me all out; what was I sayin'?" "When she was er playin' one day," prompted Diddie.
An' one time her mammy tol' 'er not nuber ter clim' up on the fender, an' she neber min' 'er, but clum right upon the fender ter git an apple off'n the mantelpiece; an' the fender turned over, an' she fell in the fire an' burnt all up. An' another time, jes er week after that, she was er foolin' 'long " "Dumps, what are you talkin' 'bout?" again interrupted Diddie.
Pomp may come home, and I'll not whip or punish him in any way;" and then he kissed them both, and said they must have a lunch with him, and then he would take them home and bring Pomp back; for he was astonished to learn that they had walked so long a distance, and would not hear of their walking back, though Diddie persisted that they must go, as they had stolen off, and nobody knew where they were.
"Yer mo'n welcome, honey," said Uncle Bob, soothed by Diddie's answer "yer mo'n welcome; but hit's gittin' too late fur you chil'en ter be out; yer'd better be er gittin' toerds home." Here the little girls looked at each other in some perplexity, for they knew Diddie had been missed, and they were afraid to go to the house.
Mammy got up three times and gave them warm milk, and tucked them up in the shawl; but no sooner would she put them back in the box than they would begin to cry and howl. And so at the breakfast-table next morning, when Dumps asked her papa to tell her something to name her puppy, Diddie gravely remarked, "I think, Dumps, we had better name 'um Cherubim an' Seraphim, for they continually do cry."
I ain't right sho wat time hit wuz; but den I knows hit wuz some fightin' or nuther." "It was the 'Declination of Independence'," said Diddie. "It's in the little history; and it wasn't any fightin', it was a writin'; and there's the picture of it in the book: and all the men are sittin' roun', and one of 'em is writin'." "Yes, dat's jes wat I hyearn," said Uncle Bob.
"She mus' er gone up fru de chimbly, like Marse Santion Claws," said Agnes; and Diddie thought that was so funny that she giggled outright, and in a moment the wardrobe was opened and she was also taken prisoner. Then the four little captives were laid on their backs, and Polly scalped them with a clothes-brush for a tomahawk.
"Don't tell nobody 'boutn my bein' hyear, honey." "No, I won't," said Dumps, "only Diddie; she's good, an' she won't tell nobody; an' she can read an' write, an' she'll know what to do better'n me, because I'm all the time such a little goose. But I'll bring yer sump'n t' eat; you jes wait er little minute; an' don't yer starve ter def till I come back."
The children were very much awed at Daddy's forebodings, and Dumps insisted on shaking hands with him, as she felt that she would probably never see him again, and they all bade him good-night, and started for the house "Miss Diddie, did you know ole Daddy wuz er trick nigger?" asked Dilsey, as they left the old man's cabin. "What's er trick nigger?" asked Dumps. "Wy, don't yer know, Miss Dumps?
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