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“Young Mas’r,” said Tom, “I specs what he was gwine to say was, that the horse would roll when he was bringing him up from the stable; he’s so full of spir- its,- that’s the way he got that dirt on him; I looked to his cleaning.” “You hold your tongue till you’re asked to speak!” said Henrique, turning on his heel, and walking up the steps to speak to Eva, who stood in her riding--dress. “Dear cousin, I’m sorry this stupid fellow has kept you waiting,” he said. “Let’s sit down here, on this seat, till they come. What’s the matter, cousin;- you look so sober.” “How could you be so cruel and wicked to poor Dodo?” said Eva. “Cruel,- wicked!” said the boy, with unaffected surprise. “What do you mean, dear Eva?” “I don’t want you to call me dear Eva, when you do so,” said Eva. “Dear cousin, you don’t know Dodo; it’s the only way to manage him, he’s so full of lies and excuses. The only way is to put him down at once,- not let him open his mouth; that’s the way papa manages.” “But Uncle Tom said it was an accident, and he never tells what isn’t true.” “He’s an uncommon old nigger, then!” said Henrique. “Dodo will lie as fast as he can speak.” “You frighten him into deceiving, if you treat him so.” “Why, Eva, you’ve really taken such a fancy to Dodo, that I shall be jealous.” |
