An' dat
wuz de last ob de wushin'-stone."
"Dar now!" exclaimed Aunt Milly.
"De truff, sho'! jes like I ben tellin' yer," said Mammy.
"But, Mammy, what about the little girl? did she ever get well an'
strong, an' not be lame any more?" asked Dumps.
"Well, honey, yer see de Lord, he fixes all dat. He sont fur her one
night, an' she jes smiled, bright an' happy like, an' laid right back
in de angel's arms; an' he tuck her right along up thu de hebenly
gates, an' soon as eber he sot her down, an' her foot totch dem golden
streets, de lameness, an' sickness, an' po'ness all come right; an'
her fader, an' her mudder, an' her niggers wuz all dar, an' she wuz
well an' strong, an' good an' happy. Jes like she wush fur de po'
folks, an' de sick folks, de Lord he fixed it jes dat way fur her. He
fixed all dat hisse'f."
CHAPTER IV
OLD BILLY
THE gin-house on the plantation was some distance from the house; and
in an opposite direction from the quarters. It was out in an open
field, but a narrow strip of woods lay between the field and the
house, so the gin-house was completely hidden.
Just back of the gin-house was a pile of lumber that Major Waldron had
had hauled in build a new pick-room, and which was piled so as to form
little squares, large enough to hold three of the children at once.
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