"
"What did I tell you, Tip?" cried John Shadrack's widow. She handed me
a piece of gingerbread just to chew on till she got some breakfast for
me, and while I munched it, Tip and I argued it out.
"Nanny'll think I've left her," Tip said.
"You did, Tip," said I. "You ran away forever."
"She'll be gittin' married agin," pleaded Tip.
"Serves you right," said I. Then, to myself, "Not unless the other
man's an utter stranger."
"She hasn't enough wood chopped to last a week," said Tip.
"She chopped the last wood-pile herself," said I.
"There's Cevery," pleaded Tip. "Cevery never done me no harm, and
who'll dandle him?"
"The same good soul that dandled him the day you rode over the
mountain," I answered.
"But it's a good half mile from our house to the spring," Tip said,
"and who'll carry the water?"
"Earl and Pearl and Alice Eliza," I replied. "They've always done it;
why worry now?"
"Well, I don't care nohow," Tip cried, stamping the floor. "I want to
go back to Black Log."
"So do I, Tip," I said; "but--there's that bad spot on my head again.
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