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Chapter 11

           Ididthinko’tthetIwartalkin’toaPeintdexternottheproudest,buttheputtiesto’thename."

           "Oh,MrStump!youcansaywhatyoupleasetome.YouknowthatIcouldnotbeoffendedwithyou,youdearoldgiant!"

           "He’dbemeanerthanadwurfeskedeythersayordoanythin’tooffendyou,miss."

           "Thanks!thanks!IknowyourhonestheartIknowyourdevotion.Perhapssometimesometime,MrStump,"shespokehesitatingly,butapparentlywithoutanydefinitemeaning"Imightstandinneedofyourfriendship."

           "Yewon’tneeditlongaforeyegitit,then;thetoleZebStumpkinpromiseye,MissPeintdexter.He’dbestinkinerthanaskunk,anabiggercowardthanacoyoat,eswouldn’tstan’bysechasyou,whiletherewurabottle-fullo’breathleftintheinsideo’hisbody."

           "Athousandthanksagainandagain!Butwhatwereyougoingtosay?Youspokeofsecond-handhospitality?"

           "Idud."

           "Youmeant?"

           "Imeanedthetit’udbenouseo’myinvitingMauricethemowstangereythertoeatordrinkunnerthishyurroof.Unlessyurfatherdothat,theyoungfellur’llgo’ithouttastin’.Youunnerstan,MissLewaze,heain’toneo’thetsorto’poorwhitesaskinbesentroun’tothekitchen."

           TheyoungCreolestoodforasecondortwo,withoutmakingrejoinder.Sheappearedtobeoccupiedwithsomeabstrusecalculation,thatengrossedthewholeofherthoughts.

           "Nevermindaboutit,"sheatlengthsaid,inatonethattoldthecalculationcompleted.

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