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“Donno, Missis,- I spects ‘cause I’s so wicked!” “I don’t know anything what I shall do with you, Topsy.” “Law, Missis, you must whip me; my old Missis allers whipped me. I an’t used to workin’ unless I gets whipped.” “Why, Topsy, I don’t want to whip you. You can do well, if you’ve a mind to; what is the reason you won’t?” “Laws, Missis, I’s used to whippin’; I spects it’s good for me.” Miss Ophelia tried the recipe, and Topsy invariably made a terrible commo- tion, screaming, groaning, and imploring, though half an hour afterwards, when roosted on some projection of the balcony, and surrounded by a flock of admiring “young ‘uns,” she would express the utmost contempt of the whole affair. “Law, Miss Feely whip!- wouldn’t kill a skeeter, her whippin’s. Oughter see how old Mas’r made the flesh fly; old Mas’r know’d how!” Topsy always made great capital of her own sins and enormities, evidently considering them as something peculiarly distinguishing. “Law, you niggers,” she would say to some of her auditors, “does you know you’s all sinners? Well, you is-everybody is. White folks is sinners too,- Miss Feely says so; but I spects niggers is the biggest ones; but lor! ye an’t any on ye up to me. I’s so awful wicked there can’t nobody do nothin’ with me. I used to keep old Missis a-swarin’ at me half de time. I spects I’s the wickedest critter in |
