"
"But we are satisfied, Uncle Bob," said Diddie. "It was a very pretty
tale, and we are much obliged to you."
"Yer mo'n welcome, honey," said Uncle Bob, soothed by Diddie's
answer-- "yer mo'n welcome; but hit's gittin' too late fur you chil'en
ter be out; yer'd better be er gittin' toerds home."
Here the little girls looked at each other in some perplexity, for
they knew Diddie had been missed, and they were afraid to go to the
house.
"Uncle Bob," said Diddie, "we've done er wrong thing this evenin'; we
ran away fum Miss Carrie, an' we're scared of papa; he might er lock
us all up in the library, an' talk to us, an' say he's 'stonished an'
mortified, an' so we're scared to go home."
"Umph!" said Uncle Bob; "you chil'en is mighty bad, anyhow."
"I think we're heap mo' better'n we're bad," said Dumps.
"Well, dat mout er be so," said the old man;
"I ain't er 'sputin it, but you chil'en comes fum or mighty
high-minded stock uv white folks, an' hit ain't becomin' in yer fur
ter be runnin' erway an' er hidin' out, same ez oberseer's chil'en,
an' all kin' er po' white trash."
"We are sorry about it now, Uncle Bob," said Diddie; "but what would
you 'vise us to do?"
"Well, my invice is dis," said Uncle Bob, "fur ter go ter yer pa, an'
tell him de truff; state all de konkumstances des like dey happen;
don't lebe out none er de facks; tell him you're sorry yer 'haved so
onstreperous, an' ax him fur ter furgib yer; an' ef he do, wy dat's
all right; an' den ef he don't, wy yer mus' 'bide by de kinsequonces.
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