"Ma-a-a-m!" answered all of the little folks at once.

"Whar is yer?" called Mammy,

"On top the lumber-pile," answered the children; and soon Mammy
appeared coming through the woods.

She had missed the children at snack-time, and had been down to the
quarters, and, in fact, all over the place, hunting for them. The
children were delighted to see her now, and so, indeed, seemed Old
Billy, for, quitting his position at Dilsey's head, he set out at his
best speed for Mammy; and Dilsey immediately jumped to her feet, and
was soon on the lumber with her companions.

"Now yer gwuf fum yer, gwuf fum yer!" said Mammy, furiously waving a
cotton-stalk at Old Billy. "Gwuf fum yer, I tell you! I ain't bodern'
you. I jes come fur de chil'en, an' yer bet not fool 'long er me, yer
low-life sheep."

But Old Billy, not caring a fig for Mammy's dignity or importance,
planted his head in her breast, and over the old lady went backwards.
At this the children, who loved Mammy dearly, set up a yell, and
Mammy, still waving the cotton-stalk, attempted to rise, but Billy was
ready for her, and, with a well-aimed blow, sent her back to the
earth.

"Now yer stop dat," said Mammy. "I don't want ter fool wid yer; I lay
I'll bus' yer head open mun, ef I git er good lick at yer; yer better
gwuf fum yer!" But Billy, being master of the situation, stood his
ground, and I dare say Mammy would have been lying there yet, but