"
Again he turned his back to his friend and, his clouded
little face looking over his shoulder, he asked, "Do my meat
show, Sam?"
"She am visible ter the naked eye," and Sam Lamb laughed
loudly at his own wit.
"I don't believe God pays me much attention nohow," said the
little boy dolefully; "ev'y day I gets put to bed 'cause sumpin's
all time a-happenin'. If He'd had a eye on me like He oughter
they wouldn't a been no snaggin'. Aunt Minerva's goin' to be mad
th'oo an' th'oo."
"May be my of 'oman can fix 'em, so's dey won't be so turrible
bad," suggested the negro, "'taint fer, so you jes' run down ter
my cabin an' tell Sukey I say fix dem breeches."
The child needed no second bidding,--he fairly flew. Sam's
wife was cooking, but she cheerfully stopped her work to help
the little boy. She sewed up his union suit and put a bright
blue patch on his brown linen breeches.
Billy felt a little more cheerful, though he still dreaded
confessing to his aunt and he loitered along the way till it
was nearly dark.
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