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The
countenance
belonged
to
Pluto
,
the
coachman
.
"
What
do
you
want
,
Pluto
?
"
inquired
his
owner
.
"
Ho
,
ho
!
Massr
Woodley
,
dis
chile
want
nuffin
'
t
all
.
Only
look
in
t
'
tell
Missa
Looey
dat
soon
's
she
done
eat
her
brekfass
de
spotty
am
unner
de
saddle
,
all
ready
for
chuck
de
bit
into
him
mouf
.
Ho
!
ho
!
dat
critter
do
dance
'
bout
on
de
pave
stone
as
ef
it
wa
'
mad
to
'
treak
it
back
to
de
smoove
tuff
ob
de
praira
.
"
"
Going
out
for
a
ride
,
Louise
?
"
asked
the
planter
with
a
shadow
upon
his
brow
,
which
he
made
but
little
effort
to
conceal
.
"
Yes
,
papa
;
I
was
thinking
of
it
.
"
"
You
must
not
.
"
"
Indeed
!
"
"
I
mean
,
that
you
must
not
ride
out
alone
.
It
is
not
proper
.
"
"
Why
do
you
think
so
,
papa
?
I
have
often
ridden
out
alone
.
"
"
Yes
;
perhaps
too
often
.
"
