“His eyes wuz crossed, an’ his nose wuz flat, An’ his teef wuz out, but wat uv dat? Fur he wuz tall, an’ he wuz slim, An’ so my gal she follered him. Ef it hadn’t ben fur Cotton-eyed Joe, I’d er been married long ergo. “No gal so hansum could be foun’, Not in all dis country roun’, Wid her kinky head, an’ her eyes so bright, Wid her lips so red an’ her teef so white. Ef it hadn’t ben fur Cotton-eyed Joe, I’d been married long ergo. “An’ I loved dat gal wid all my heart, An’ she swo’ fum me she’d never part; But den wid Joe she runned away, An’ lef’ me hyear fur ter weep all day. “O Cotton-eyed Joe, O Cotton-eyed Joe, What did make you sarve me so? O Joe, ef it hadn’t er ben fur you, I’d er married dat gal fur true.” And what with Uncle Sambo’s fiddle and Jim’s banjo and all of those fresh, happy young voices, the music was enough to make even the church members want to dance. The children enjoyed the dancing even more than they had the playing, and Diddie and Dumps and Tot and all of the little darkies were patting their hands and singing “Cotton-eyed Joe” at the very top of their voices, when Mammy appeared upon the scene, and said it was time to go home. “No, Mammy,” urged Dumps; “we ain’t er goin’ ter; we want ter sing ‘Cotton-eyed Joe,” hit ain’t late.” “Umph-humph! dat’s jes wat I ’lowed,” said Mammy. “I ’lowed yer wouldn’t be willin’ fur ter go, er set’n’ hyear an’ er patt’n’ yer han’s same ez niggers, an’ er singin’ uv reel chunes; I dunno wat makes you chil’en so onstrep’rous.” “Yes, Dumps, you know we promised,” said Diddie, “and so we must go when Mammy tells us.” Dumps, finding herself overruled, had to yield, and they all went back to the house, talking very animatedly of the quarter folks and their plays and dances. CHAPTER XI DIDDIE IN TROUBLE Diddie was generally a very good and studious little girl, and therefore it was a matter of surprise to everybody when Miss Carrie came down to dinner one day without her, and, in answer to Major Waldron’s inquiry concerning her, replied that Diddie had been so wayward that she had been forced to keep her in, and that she was not to have any dinner. Neither Major nor Mrs. Waldron ever interfered with Miss Carrie’s management; so the family sat down to the meal, leaving the little girl in the schoolroom. Dumps and Tot, however, were very indignant, and ate but little dinner; and, as soon as their mamma excused them, they ran right to the nursery to tell Mammy about it. They found her overhauling a trunk of old clothes, with a view of giving them out to such of the little negroes as they would fit; but she dropped everything after Dumps had stated the case, and at once began to expatiate on the tyranny of teachers in general, and of Miss Carrie in particular.