"To the animals?"

"Yes, sir."

"Who carries them?"

"Sometimes Potter, but mostly it's Shekels."

"Now come! who can find fault with such pretty make-believe as
that?"

"But it ain't make-believe, Marse Tom. She does send them."

"Yes, I don't doubt that part of it."

"Do you doubt they get them, sir?"

"Certainly. Don't you?"

"No, sir. Animals talk to one another. I know it perfectly well,
Marse Tom, and I ain't saying it by guess."

"What a curious superstition!"

"It ain't a superstition, Marse Tom. Look at that Shekels--look at
him, NOW. Is he listening, or ain't he? NOW you see! he's turned
his head away. It's because he was caught--caught in the act.
I'll ask you--could a Christian look any more ashamed than what he
looks now?--LAY DOWN! You see? he was going to sneak out. Don't