22/37 "An' de marster's han' ought to have a hick'ry stick in it fer _dat_ nigger. But you got _me_, Miss Hallie," he announced proudly. "_I_ ain't runned away to de blue-bellies yet." "No, you dear old thing," Mrs.Cary cried with laughing relief, and her hand rested on his shoulder in a gentle caress. "I'd as soon think of the skies falling. |