Mamma lectured them on the sin of
running away from Mammy; but she put a piece of court-plaster on
Diddie's head, and kissed all of the dirty little faces, much to
Mammy's disgust, who grumbled a good deal because they were not
punished, saying,
"Missis is er spilin' dese chil'en, let'n uv 'em cut up all kind er
capers. Yer all better hyear me, mun. Yer better quit dem ways yer
got, er runnin' off an' er gwine in de mud, an' er gittin' yer cloes
tor'd, an' er gittin' me butted wid sheeps; yer better quit it, I tell
yer; ef yer don't, de deb'l gwine git yer, sho's yer born."
But, notwithstanding her remarks, the little girls had a nice hot
supper, and went to bed quite happy, while Mammy seated herself in her
rocking-chair, and entertained Aunt Milly for some time with the
children's evil doings and their mother's leniency.
CHAPTER V
DIDDIE'S BOOK
ONE morning Diddie came into the nursery with a big blank-book and a
lead-pencil in her hand.
"What's that, Diddie?" asked Dumps, leaving her paper dolls on the
floor where she had been playing with Chris, and coming to her
sister's side.
"Now don't you bother me, Dumps," said Diddie; "I'm goin' to write a
book."
"Are you?" said Dumps, her eyes opening wide in astonishment. "Who's
goin' ter tell yer what ter say?"
"I'm goin' ter make it up out o' my head," said Diddie; "all about
little girls and boys and ladies.
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