"
"Chunk," was the grave answer, "if you are going to wait on me you
must learn my ways. I'd no more kill a man when it was not essential
than I would kill you this minute. Soldiers are not butchers."
"Granny sez how you wuz feared on his spook"--
"Bah! you expect to be free, yet remain slaves to such fears? My
horse knows better. Come, Aunt Jinkey, I'd rather you would give me
some supper than your views on spooks."
"Leftenant," said Perkins, the overseer, from the door, "Mr. Baron
pr'sents his compliments en gives you a invite to supper."
Scoville thought a moment, then answered, "Present mine in return,
and say it will give me pleasure to accept."
"Bress de Lawd! you gwine ter de big house. Not dat I 'grudges
cookin' fer you w'eneber you come, but I des wants you ter took a
'tunerty ter advise dat po' chile 'bout she rights en de mar'age
question."
After assuring himself that the overseer was out of earshot,
Scoville said almost sternly, "Aunt Jinkey, you and Chunk must not
say one word of my ever having been here before.
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