"I didn't ask about them. Whew, what you got sich a hot fire in here
for?"
"Mammy's been ironin'."
"Yes. Been a meltin iron I should think. Is Starbuck at home? Answer me,
you scoundrel." He made a threatening gesture and Kintchin, backing
further off, cried out, "Doan rush me, suh. Ef I'se er scoundul you
hatter give me time. Er scoundul hatter be keerful whut he say. I seed
Mr. Starbuck dis mawnin', suh."
Peters turned as if to go out, but halted and looked at Kintchin. The
old negro nodded. "Say, is that young feller and that woman here yit?"
"Gimmy time--gimmy time. I's er scoundul, you know."
"Do you want me to mash your head?"
Kintchin put his hand to his head. "Whut, dis one right yere? No, suh, I
doan blebe I does."
"Well, then answer me. That woman and young chap here yet?"
"Yas, suh, da's yere."
"She's his aunt, I understand."
"Yas, suh, dat's whut you un'erstand."
"Why did they come here? What are they doin'?"
"Gimmy time. Da come caze da wanter ter, an' now dat da's yere, da's
jest er bo'din'; dat's all.
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