"
"I never made yer," retorted Dumps, "you come jes ez much ez anybody;
an' ef it hadn't er been fur you, Ole Billy would er stayed at home.
You're all time pettin' 'im an' feedin' 'im-- hateful old thing-- tell
he thinks he's got ter go ev'rywhere we go. You ought ter be 'shamed
er yourse'f. Ef I was you, I'd think myse'f too good ter be always er
'soshatin' with sheeps."
"You're mighty fond of 'im sometimes," said Diddie, "an' you was
mighty glad he was here jes now, to be Lord Burgoyne: he's jes doin'
this fur fun; an' ef Chris was my nigger, I'd make her git down an'
drive 'im away."
Chris belonged to Dumps, and Mammy had taught the children never to
give orders to each other's maids, unless with full permission of the
owner.
"I ain't gwine hab nuf'n ter do wid 'im," said Chris.
"Yes you are, Chris," replied Dumps, who had eagerly caught at
Diddie's suggestion of having him driven away. "Get down this minute,
an' drive 'im off; ef yer don't, I'll tell Mammy you wouldn't min'
me."
"Mammy 'll hatter whup me, den," said Chris (for Mammy always punished
the little negroes for disobedience to their mistresses); "she'll
hatter whup me, caze I ain't gwine ter hab nuf'n tall ter do wid dat
sheep; I ain't gwine ter meddle long 'im, hab 'im buttin' me in de
ditch.
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