little gal, 'I wush dey could all git well, an strong, an' lib in er
beautiful place jes like dis, an' all be happy.'

"Oh, de little birds! what er bustle dey wuz in, to be sho'! Dey sot
upon de bery topes' branches, an' dey sung like dey d split dey troats,

"'I wush _I_ had,' 'I wush _I_ wuz.'

"But de little gal neber min' 'em. She was rested, an hobbled on all by
herse'f, but now, sence she done wush fur blessin's fur tudder folks, de
spell was loosen', an' de stone all drawed up ter a little bit er stone,
den sunk away in de groun' clar out o' sight. An' dat wuz de last ob de
wushin'-stone."

"Dar now!" exclaimed Aunt Milly.

"De truff, sho'! jes like I ben tellin' yer," said Mammy.

"But, Mammy, what about the little girl? did she ever get well an'
strong, an' not be lame any more?" asked Dumps.

"Well, honey, yer see de Lord, he fixes all dat. He son't fur her one
night, an' she jes smiled, bright an' happy like, an' laid right back in
de angel's arms; an' he tuck her right along up thu de hebenly gates,
an' soon as eber he sot her down, an' her foot totch dem golden streets,
de lameness, an' sickness, an' po'ness all come right; an' her fader,
an' her mudder, an' her niggers wuz all dar, an' she wuz well an'
strong, an' good an' happy. Jes' like she wush fur de po' folks, an' de
sick folks, de Lord he fixed it jes dat way fur her. He fixed all dat
hisse'f."