de little angel gal too.  You see, honey, der was an ossifer to sarve a process writ about somebody here dis mornin’, but dar was something wrong about it, so dey all said, an’ he is comin’ to sarch de house for you, I spec’, to-morrow; for de hue an’ cry is out somehow—­or mebbe it’s me—­he! he! he! (very faintly) an’ dey is gwine to move you, so dey says, to keep all dark, after you gets soun’ asleep.  But de ossifer is ‘bleeged to wait till mornin’ (court-time, as I heerd ’em say) comes roun’ agin to git de haby-corpy fixed up right, an’ dat’a how he spounded hisself.  Wat does dat mean, honey?”

“I can scarcely make you understand now, Dinah” (aside).  “Don’t ask me—­just go on, low, very low; how did you hear all this?” (Aloud) “More cream, Dinah.”

“Wid my ear to de key-hole, in de study, war dey axed de osaifer.  My ’spicions was roused by de words he ’dressed to me wen I opened de front do’, for, you see, dat ole nigger watch-dog ob dern, dat has nebber a good word for nobody, was gone to market, an’ Madame Raymond she hel’ de watch, an’ she sont me from de kitchen to mine de front-do’ bell.

“‘Old dame,’ says the ossifer (for so dey calls him), as pleasant as a mornin’ in May, ’has you a young gal locked up here as you knows ob?  Now tell what you choose, and don’t be afraid of dese folks.  Dis is a free country for bofe black and white.’

“Den I answered him straightforward like de trufe:  ’Dar’s nobody in de house heah but wat you kin see for axin’ for ’em, as far as I knows on.  Wat young gal do you ’lude to, masta?—­Bridget Maloney, I spose, dat Irish heifer wat does de chambers ebery mornin’ and goes home ob ebenin’s, Ef you means her, she’s off to church to-day, an’ sleeps at her mammy’s house.’

“‘Does you feel willin’ to swar to de trufe of your insertion, ole dame?’ he disclaims.  ’I shall resist on dat’—­fierce as a buck-rabbit, holdin’ up his right hand, an’ blinkin’ his little ’cute eyes.

“Sartin an’ sure I does when de right time is come,’ I sez.  ‘Jes’ take me to de court-hous’ ef you doubt Dinah’s word compunctionable.  I neber hab bin in dat place yit since I was sold in Georgy on de block befo’ de high, wooden steps; but I knows it in more solemn to lie dar dan in Methody meetin’-house.’

“Den Mr. Bainrofe he cum out, hearin’ de talk, in dat long-tailed, satin-flowered gownd ob his’n, wid a silk rope tied roun’ his waist, an’ gole tossels hangin’ in front, jes’ like a Catholic Roman or a king, an’ he sez, ‘Walk in here, my fren, an’ don’t tamper wid my servants—­dat ain’t gentlem’ly;’ den he puts his han’ on de ossifer’s shoulder, an’ dey walked in together, an’ I listened at de do’, in duty boun’, an’ I heerd him say,’ Plant a guard if you choose—­do wateber you like—­but, till dat writ am rectified, you can’t sarch through my house, for a man’s house is his castle here, as in de Great Britain, till de law reaches out a long arm an’ a strong arm.’