"
"Well--I got my tribulations," she snapped, staring suspiciously at
these unusual questions.
There was a pause; then Peter said placatingly:
"I was just thinking, Aunt Rose, you might forget your tribulations if
you didn't ride them all the time."
"Hoccum! What you mean, ridin' my tribulations?"
"Thinking about them. The old Captain, for instance; you are no happier
always abusing the old Captain."
The old virago gave a sniff, tossed her head, but kept her eyes rolled
suspiciously on Peter.
"Very often the way we think and act makes us happy or unhappy,"
moralized Peter, broadly.
"Look heah, nigger, you ain't no preacher sont out by de Lawd to me!"
"Anyway, I am sure you would feel more friendly toward the Captain if
you acted openly with him; for instance, if you didn't take off all his
cold victuals, and handkerchiefs and socks, soap, kitchenware--"
The cook snorted.
"I'd feel dat much mo' nekked an' hongry, dat's how I'd feel."
"Perhaps, if you'd start over, he might give you a better wage."
"Huh!" she snorted in an access of irony.
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