He jes'
'fused an' 'fused an' 'sputed an' 'sputed; he jes' tuck ter me
f'om de minute he got off 'm de train an' sot eyes on me; he am
one easy chile ter git 'quainted wid; so, I jes' h'isted him up
by me. Here am his verlise, ma'am."
"Good-bye, Sam Lamb," said the child as the negro got back on the
box and gathered up the reins. "I'll see you to-morrer."
Miss Minerva imprinted a thin, old-maid kiss on the sweet,
childish mouth. "I am your Aunt Minerva," she said, as she
picked up his satchel.
The little boy carelessly drew the back of his hand across his
mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you wiping my kiss off?"
"Naw 'm," he replied, "I's jest a--I's a-rubbin' it in, I
reckon."
"Come in, William," and his aunt led the way through the wide
hall into w big bedroom.
"Billy, ma'am," corrected her nephew.
"William," firmly repeated Miss Minerva. "You may have been
called Billy on that plantation where you were allowed to run
wild with the negroes, but your name is William Green Hill and
I shall insist upon your being called by it.
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