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had got hold of some sooty gnome from the land of Diablerie; but Miss Ophelia was not nervous, but plain and business-like, and she said, with some sternness. “You mustn’t answer me in that way, child. I’m not playing with you. Tell me where you were born, and who your father and mother were.” “Never was born,” reiterated the creature, more emphatically; “never had no father nor mother, nor nothin’. I was raised by a speculator, with lots of others. Old Aunt Sue used to take car on us.” The child was evidently sincere; and Jane, breaking into a short laugh, said, “Laws, Missis, there’s heaps of ‘em. Speculators buys ‘em up cheap, when they’s little, and gets ‘em raised for market.” “How long have you lived with your master and mistress?” “Dun no, Missis.” “Is it a year, or more or less?” “Dun no, Missis.” “Laws, Missis, those low negroes,- they can’t tell; they don’t know anything about time,” said Jane; “they don’t know what a year is; they don’t know their own ages.” “Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?” The child looked bewildered, but grinned as usual. “Do you know who made you?” |
