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Looking up, he found that his promising pupil had tied her by the leg to a chair, and under these circumstances was amusing himself by pinching her tail. "What are you doing there, Pomp?" he asked quickly. Pomp scuttled back to his seat, and appeared to be deeply intent upon his primer. "Ain't doin' noffin', Mass' Frank," he answered innocently. "Then how came the cat tied to that chair?"
I wrap him up in de paper and stuff piece ob it in he mouff dat was de way." "And you think, then, that your master was really bitten by the beetle, and that the bite made him sick?" "I don't t'ink noffin' 'bout it I nose it. What make him dream 'bout de goole so much, if 'tain't cause he bit by de goole-bug? Ise heerd 'bout dem goole-bugs 'fore dis." "But how do you know he dreams about gold?"
"How many men are there at the fort?" "Only twenty, sar; all gone ober to New Orleans, sar." "How many guns has it? I mean big guns, Uncle Job?" "I done count only four ob dem w'en I was dar last time." "Only four!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant. "Are you telling me the truth, Uncle Job?" "I neber spoke noffin but the truf, Massa Ossifer."
"Well, did you have a nice time?" asked Mother Martin, as they came to the house after putting away their ponies. "We had lots of fun," answered Janet "Teddy fell off his pony " "Fell off his pony!" cried her mother. "He threw me!" explained Ted, and then he told what had happened. "An' didn't you catch noffin for me?" asked Trouble, who heard his brother telling the story of his adventure.
I rap him up in de paper and stuff piece ob it in he mouff dat was de way." "And you think, then, that your master was really bitten by the beetle, and that the bite made him sick?" "I don't tink noffin about it I nose it. What make him dream bout de goole so much, if taint cause he bit by de goole-bug? Ise heerd bout dem goole-bugs fore dis." "But how do you know he dreams about gold?"
"No, sar; see you frou, Massa Gumboat," replied Job. "Do you wish to leave this place, Uncle Job?" asked the officer. "No, sar; I want to be free, but I'm not gwine away, I want to see de gumboat." "You shall see it, and go on board of it if you wish; but we may have a battle with the fort." "Don't care for de fight, sar; Job isn't 'feered o' noffin'."
"What's the matter, Budge?" I shouted, dressing myself as rapidly as possible. "Ow oo ya ng um boc gaa," was the somewhat complicated response. "What did you say, Budge?" "Didn't say noffin'." "Oh that's what I thought." "DIDN'T thought." "Budge, Budge, be good." "Don't WANT to be good YA A A." "Let's have some fun, Budge don't you want to frolic?" "No; I don't think frolic is nice."
Her mother would press the water from her dripping locks, and turn the soft, glossy hair in short, smooth curls over her fingers, put on the new frock, and then set her out before her admiring eyes, and exclaim in her fond motherly pride, "You's a purty cretur, honey. You dun know noffin how yer mudder lubs ye."
"Big ugly debble!" muttered Pomp, watching the blood ooze from his finger. "What's the matter, Pomp?" "Old cat scratch me." "And what did you do to her, Pomp? I am afraid you deserved your scratch." "Didn't do noffin', Mass' Frank," said Pomp virtuously. "I don't think you always tell the truth, Pomp." "Can't help it, Mass' Frank. 'Spec' I've got a little debble inside of me."
"Then I can't fink of noffin' else," said Katie, shaking her head; at the same time having a guilty recollection of several beautiful toys, and "'most a hunnerd bushels of canny;" that is to say, a small box of confectionery her uncle Edward had given her. Mrs. Clifford had observed of late that her little daughter was not as generous as she could wish.
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