the wagon, had to add his entreaties to those of the little folks before
she would consent at all; and after that matter had been decided, and
the baskets all packed in, and the children all comfortably seated, and
Dilsey and Chris and Riar squeezed into the back of the wagon between
the ice-cream freezer and the lemonade buckets, and Cherubim and
Seraphim in the children's laps, and Mammy and Aunt Milly on two
split-bottomed chairs, just back of the driver's seat, and Uncle
Snake-bit Bob, with the reins in his hands, just ready to drive
off--whom should they see but Old Daddy Jake coming down the avenue, and
waving his hat for them to wait for him.

"Dar now!" said Mammy; "de folks done gone an' lef Ole Daddy, an' we
got ter stuff 'im in hyear somewhar."

"They ain't no room in hyear," said Dumps, tightening her grasp on
Cherubim, for she strongly suspected that Mammy would insist on leaving
the puppies to make room for Daddy.

"Well, he ain't got ter be lef'," said Mammy; "I wuz allers larnt ter
'spect ole folks myse'f, an' ef'n dis wagin goes, why den Daddy Jake's
got ter go in it;" and, Major and Mrs. Waldron having gone, Mammy was
the next highest in command, and from her decision there was no appeal.

"How come yer ter git lef, Daddy?" asked Uncle Snake-bit Bob, as the old
man came up hobbling on his stick.

"Well, yer see, chile, I wuz er lightin' uv my pipe, an' er fixin' uv er
new stim in it, an' I nuber notus wen de wagins went off. Yer see I'm er
gittin' er little deef in deze ole yurs uv mine: dey ben er fasten't on
ter dis ole nigger's head er long time, uperds uv er hunderd years or