entered the nursery; "mamma let us have them, and they are to stay
here a long time and play Injuns with us."

"Now, Miss Diddie, honey," said Mammy, "Injuns is sich a sackremenchus
play, an' makes so much litter and fuss; git yer dolls, an' play like
er little lady."

"No, no, no," interrupted Dumps; "we're goin' ter play Injuns! We're
goin' ter make out we're travellin' in the big rockin'-cheer, goin'
ter New Orleans, an' the little niggers is got ter be Injuns, hid all
behin' the trunks an' beds an' door; an' after, we rock an' rock er
lo-o-ong time, then we're goin' ter make out it's night, an' stretch
mamma's big shawl over two cheers an' make er tent, and be cookin'
supper in our little pots an' kittles, an' the little niggers is got
ter holler, 'Who-ee, who-eee,' an' jump out on us, an' cut off our
heads with er billycrow."

"How silly you do talk, Dumps!" said Diddie; "there ain't any Injuns
between here and New Orleans; we've got ter be goin' to California, a
far ways f'um here. An' I don't b'lieve there's nothin' in this world
named er 'billycrow;' it's er tommyhawk you're thinkin' about: an'
Injuns don't cut off people's heads; it was Henry the Eighth. Injuns
jes' cut off the hair and call it sculpin', don't they, Mammy?"

"Lor', chile," replied Mammy, "I dunno, honey; I allers hyeard dat
Injuns wuz monstrous onstreperous, an' I wouldn't play no sich er
game."

But "Injuns, Injuns, Injuns!" persisted all the little folks, and
Mammy had to yield.