Chunk come las' night ter say good-by ter he
granny'n me, en den he put out fer good, en ain' comin' back no mo'.
Perkins en he dog foun' hit out dis mawnin', en Aun' Jinkey tole
'im, too, I reck'n, she all broke up. Perkins been talkin' ter ole
miss en she look lak she al'ways does w'en ders no let up. Hit ud
des kill Miss Lou if she knew me'n Aun' Jinkey wuz bein' whipped."
"Zany," said Mrs. Whately in rising anger, "you both had full
warning. You knew what Chunk had done. He stole my son's horse and
one from his master also, beside doing other things that could not
be forgiven."
"Please reckermember, missus, dat Chunk en me is mighty sweet on
each oder en he Aun' Jinkey gran'boy. Tain' dat we 'prove of his
goin's on, but how cud we tell on 'im en see 'im daid, w'en he des
come ter say good-by. Oh, ef Miss Lou on'y well she neber let dat
ole Perkins tech us."
"I will see your master before anything is done," said Mrs. Whately
with troubled face. "Go to your work now. I will get Mrs. Waldo to
watch in my place after a while.
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