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men, such as I hopes you’ll be, never lets fall no words that isn’t ‘spectful to thar parents. Ye an’t ‘fended, Mas’r George?” “No, indeed, Uncle Tom; you always did give me good advice.” “I’s older, ye know,” said Tom, stroking the boy’s fine, curly head with his large, strong hand, but speaking in a voice as tender as a woman’s, “and I sees all that’s bound up in you. O Mas’r George, you has everything,- l’arnin’, privileges, readin’, writin’,- and you’ll grow up to be a great, learned, good man, and all the people on the place and your mother and father’ll be so proud on ye! Be a good Mas’r, like yer father; and be a Christian, like yer mother. ‘Member yer Creator in the days o’ yer youth, Mas’r George.” “I’ll be real good, Uncle Tom, I tell you,” said George. “I’m going to be a first-rater, and don’t you be discouraged. I’ll have you back to the place, yet. As I told Aunt Chloe this morning, I’ll build your house all over, and you shall have a room for a parlor with a carpet on it, when I’m a man. O, you’ll have good times yet!” Haley now came to the door, with the handcuffs in his hands. “Look here, now, Mister,” said George, with an air of great superiority, as he got out, “I shall let father and mother know how you treat Uncle Tom!” “You’re welcome,” said the trader. |
