"Wal, we must get boards, an' nail 'um up. Dar aint no udder way, as I knows on."
"Oh, yes; I know that. . But who shall we get to do it?"
Winny reflected a moment. "I dun'no; lem me see. Don't yer tink ole Drosky kin do it?"
"Drosky! I don't know. Who is Drosky, Winny?"
"Why, my ole dad."
"Your dad? What do you mean?—your father, Winny? Why, I never knew you had a father."
"Yer didn't now? Dat's queer. Why, I's had him eber an' eber so long. I had him when I warn't higher dan dat stool. Oh! longer; I's had him eber since I kin remember. I ruther tink I had him afore I war born. Lordy! I guess I's allers had him."
"Oh! I dare say. Only it seems strange I never heard of him before."
"Wal! really, it does now. He aint nuffin' to boast ob—Drosky aint. But I neber made no secret ob 'im. I aint 'shamed ob it; 'coz it's my misfortin', it aint my fault. I didn't buy 'im, nor beg 'im, nor steal 'im;
