Sarah hugged the rescued boy some more, and then on hearing how his life had been saved by the actions of two white boys, she looked up at Hugh and Thad.
"Why, it am de young Morgan boy, glory, if it ain't!" she ejaculated, and Hugh was a little afraid the good woman, in her gratitude, might want to transfer her embraces from Brutus to him, so he held out his hand, with one of his smiles, saying: "We were only too glad to be on the spot and give the boy a helping hand, Sarah.

I didn't know at the time he was your child, though that wouldn't have made any difference.

We dried his clothes at a fire we made, and he's all right." Sarah, even as she squeezed Hugh's hand, was looking at Brutus out of the tail of her eye, as though an awful thought had just then burst upon her.
"An' he hab on his bestest Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes, too.

I done hopes dey ain't shrunk on him, so he cain't git in 'em agin.

Dat clerk he nebber guarantee dat dey wouldn't creep up if de boy he done falls in de pond.