exclamation.

"Doan you be skeert, sar," the boy said, "dat's nottin' but Mandy Ann,
an onery nigger what b'longs to ole Miss Harris in de clarin' up ter
Ent'prise. She's been hired out a spell in Jacksonville,--nuss to a
little gal, and now she's gwine home. Miss Dory done sent for her,
'case Jake is gone and ole Miss is wus,--never was very peart," and
turning to the girl the boy Ted continued: "You Mandy Ann, doan you know
more manners not to skeer a gemman, rollin' round like a punkin? Get
back wid yer."

He spurned the bundle with his foot, while the stranger stopped
suddenly, as if a blow had been struck him.

"Who did you say she was? To whom does she belong, I mean?" he asked,
and the boy replied, "Mandy Ann, a no count nigger, b'longs to Miss
Harris. Poor white trash! Crackers! Dis your stateroom, sar. Kin I do
somethin' for you?"

The boy's head was held high, indicative of his opinion of poor white
trash and Crackers in general, and Mandy Ann in particular.

"No, thanks," the stranger said, taking his bag and shutting himself
into his stuffy little stateroom.

"'Specs he's from de Norf; looks like it, an' dey allus askin' who we
'longs to. In course we 'longs to somebody. We has ter," Ted thought, as
he made his way back to Mandy Ann, who was wide-awake and ready for any
war of words which might come up between herself and Ted, "who felt
mighty smart 'case he was cabin boy on de 'Hatty.'"