"
"Riar, you go," said Diddie; "he ain't butted you yet."
"He ain't gwine ter, nuther," said Riar, "caze I gwine ter stay up
hyear long o' Miss Tot, like Mammy tell me. I 'longs to her, an' I
gwine stay wid 'er myse'f, an' nuss 'er jes like Mammy say."
It was now almost dark, and Old Billy showed no signs of weariness;
his vigilance was unabated, and the children were very miserable, when
they heard the welcome sound of Mammy's voice calling "Chil'en!
O-o-o-o, chil'en!"
"Ma-a-a-m!" answered all of the little folks at once.
"Whar is yer?" called Mammy,
"On top the lumber-pile," answered the children; and soon Mammy
appeared coming through the woods.
She had missed the children at snack-time, and had been down to the
quarters, and, in fact, all over the place, hunting for them. The
children were delighted to see her now, and so, indeed, seemed Old
Billy, for, quitting his position at Dilsey's head, he set out at his
best speed for Mammy; and Dilsey immediately jumped to her feet, and
was soon on the lumber with her companions.
"Now yer gwuf fum yer, gwuf fum yer!" said Mammy, furiously waving a
cotton-stalk at Old Billy. "Gwuf fum yer, I tell you! I ain't bodern'
you. I jes come fur de chil'en, an' yer bet not fool 'long er me, yer
low-life sheep.
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