"Oh, you'd bettah not, suh!" she cried in alarm.

"Mom Beck doesn't like you a bit.

She just hates you! She's goin' to give you a piece of her mind the next time she sees you.

I heard her tell Aunt Nervy so." There was as much real distress in the child's voice as if she were telling him of a promised flogging.
"Lloyd! Aw, Lloy-eed!" the call came again.
A neat-looking coloured woman glanced in at the gate as she was passing by, and then stood still in amazement.

She had often found her little charge playing along the roadside or hiding behind trees, but she had never before known her to pass through any one's gate.
As the name came floating down to him through the clear air, a change came over the Colonel's stern face.