""What a leather-headed idea!" exclaimed the constable

""What a leather-headed idea!" exclaimed the constable
""What a leather-headed idea!" exclaimed the constable.""Well. "Lay _still_. and went rambling on with a detailed account of his talk with the judge. and all that sort of thing. I nussed you when you was a little baby."Roxy made no answer. Marse Tom?""No! Now go away and don't bother me any more. "And to think they are ours--all ours!"There were no idle moments for mother or daughter. ole Marse was jes a-hoppin'! He was b'ilin' mad. He sorely wanted cheerful company. jes as I tell you--two hund'd dollahs-I wisht I may never stir outen my tracks if it ain't so.