I believe they were fat, though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong.
“Darn me if I couldn't eat em,” said the man, with a threatening shake of his head, “and if I han't half a mind to't!”
I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from crying.
“Now lookee here!” said the man. “Where's your mother?”
“There, sir!” said I.
He started, made a short run, and stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“There, sir!” I timidly explained. “Also Georgiana. That's my mother.”