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could hang it round your neck, and keep it out of sight; else this mean scamp would take it away. I tell ye, Tom, I want to blow him up! it would do me good!” “No, don’t, Mas’r George, for it won’t do me any good.” “Well, I won’t, for your sake,” said George, busily tying his dollar round Tom’s neck; “but there, now, button your coat tight over it, and keep it, and re- member, every time you see it, that I’ll come down after you, and bring you back. Aunt Chloe and I have been talking about it. I told her not to fear; I’ll see to it, and I’ll tease father’s life out, if he don’t do it.” “O Mas’r George, ye mustn’t talk so ‘bout yer father!” “Lor, Uncle Tom, I don’t mean anything bad.” “And now, Mas’r George,” said Tom, “ye must be a good boy; ‘member how many hearts is sot on ye. Al’ays keep close to yer mother. Don’t be gettin’ into any of them foolish ways boys has of gettin’ too big to mind their mothers. Tell ye what, Mas’r George, the Lord gives good many things twice over; but he don’t give ye a mother but once. Ye’ll never see sich another woman, Mas’r George, if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up and be a comfort to her, thar’s my own good boys’ll now, won’t ye?” “Yes, I will, Uncle Tom,” said George, seriously. “And be careful of yer speaking, Mas’r George. Young boys, when they comes to your age, is wilful, sometimes-it’s natur they should be. But real gentle- |
