They had only waited a few minutes when Diddie came running down the road, and behind her (unknown to her) came Old Billy. “Oh, what made you bring him?” asked Dumps, as Diddie came up. “I didn’t know he was comin’,” replied Diddie, “but he won’t hurt: he’ll just eat grass all about, and we needn’t notice him.” “Yes, he will hurt,” said Dumps; “he behaves jus’ dreadful, an’ I don’t want ter go, neither, ef he’s got ter be er comin’.” “Well—I know he _shall_ come,” retorted Diddie. “You jes don’t like him ’cause he’s gettin’ old. I’d be ashamed to turn against my friends like that. When he was little and white, you always wanted to be er playin’ with him; an’ now, jes ’cause he ain’t pretty, you don’t want him to come anywhere, nor have no fun nor nothin’; yes—he _shall_ come; an’ ef that’s the way you’re goin’ to do, I’m goin’ right back to the house, an’ tell Mammy you’ve all slipped off, an’ she’ll come right after you, an’ then you won’t get to play on the lumber.” Diddie having taken this decided stand, there was nothing for it but to let Old Billy be of the party; and peace being thus restored, the children continued their way, and were soon on the lumber-pile. Diddie at once opened her hotel. Chris was the chambermaid, Riar was the waiter, and Dilsey was the man to take the omnibus down for the passengers. Dumps and Tot, who were to be the boarders, withdrew to the gin-house steps, which was to be the depot, to await the arrival of the omnibus. “I want ter go to the hotel,” said Dumps, as Dilsey came up rolling the wheelbarrow—“me an’ my three little chil’en.” “Yes, marm, jes git in,” said Dilsey, and Dumps, with her wax baby and a rag doll for her little daughters, and a large cotton-stalk for her little boy, took a seat in the omnibus. Dilsey wheeled her up to the hotel, and Diddie met her at the door. “What is your name, madam?” she inquired. “My name is Mrs. Dumps,” replied the guest, “an’ this is my little boy, an’ these is my little girls.” “Oh, Dumps, you play so cur’us,” said Diddie; “who ever heard of anybody bein’ named Mrs. Dumps? there ain’t no name like that.” “Well, I don’t know nothin’ else,” said Dumps; “I couldn’t think of nothin’.” “Sposin’ you be named Mrs. Washington, after General Washington?” said Diddie, who was now studying a child’s history of America, and was very much interested in it. “All right,” said Dumps; and Mrs. Washington, with her son and daughters, was assigned apartments, and Chris was sent up with refreshments, composed of pieces of old cotton-bolls and gray moss, served on bits of broken china. The omnibus now returned with Tot and her family, consisting of an India-rubber baby with a very cracked face, and a rag body that had once sported a china head, and now had no head of any kind; but it was nicely dressed, and there were red shoes on the feet; and it answered Tot’s purpose very well. “Dese my ’itty dirls,” said Tot, as Diddie received her, “an’ I tome in de bumberbuss.”