She was pleased with Muggins, and suffered the little dusky hands to caress her curls as long as they pleased, while she questioned her of the bookcase and its contents, whose was it, 'Lina's or Hugh's?
"Mas'r Hugh's, in course.

Miss 'Lina can't read!" was Muggins' reply, which Alice fully understood.
'Lina was no reader, while Hugh was, it might be, and she continued to speak of him.

Did he read much, ever evenings to his mother, or did 'Lina play often to them ?" "More'n we wants, a heap!" and Muggins spoke scornfully.

"We can't bar them rang-tang-em-er-digs she thumps out.

Now, we likes Mas'r Hugh's the best--got good voice, sing Dixie, oh, splendid! Mas'r Hugh loves flowers, too.