They put their heads out of the carriage, notwithstanding, to speak to them, and Alice emptied a good-sized basket of sugar-plums, which she had bought for the purpose, over their heads.
"Take care, Mark," said Mr.Weston, "don't cut about with that whip, while all these children are so near." "If I didn't, sir," said Mark, "some of 'em would a been scrunched under the carriage wheels 'fore now.

These little niggers," he muttered between his teeth, "they're always in the way.

I wish some of 'em would get run over." Mark's wife was not a very amiable character, and she had never had any children.
"Hurrah! daddy, is that you ?" said an unmistakeable voice proceeding from the lungs of Bacchus the younger.

"I been dansin juba dis hole blessed day--I so glad you come.

Ask mammy if I aint ?" "How is your mother, Bacchus ?" said Mr.Weston, looking out the window.
"Mammy, she's well," said the young gentleman; "how's you, master ?" "Very well, I thank you, sir," said Mr.Weston.