"You are a naughty boy," Nurse replied, "and you just made up that silliness, as I knew you did."
"I did n't! I truly did n't," asserted Bobby, dismayed by this charge. "Mamma got the letter this morning, and it says Colonel Fane is coming here, and Mamma asked Papa what to get him to eat, and what the child was to eat; and Papa says they are going to bring their niggers, and I asked about it, and asked again, just once or twice—and then they sent me out of the room!"
Nurse did not say anything for a minute. Her busy hands lay idle in her lap, and she gazed blankly out of the window. She no longer doubted Bobby's story, but astonishment kept her silent. Then she began to say a great deal, as is sometimes the way when one is excited.
She said she was not going to stay in any place along with no heathen Indians as did all manner of things a body could n't
