"Who owns 'em? Hi! dey's de property ob de Lord ob heaben, chile,
I reckons; and dey's put dar to gib us light o'nights. Jest see
'em shine! and what a sight of 'em dar is, too; nobody can't count
'em noway. And de Lord he hold 'em all in de holler ob his hand,"
said the old negress, shaping her great black palm to suit the idea;
"and he knows 'em all by name, too. Specs 'tis wonderful;
but ebery one ob dem leetle, teenty tings has got a name, and de
great Lord he 'members 'em ebery one."
Tidy's wonder was not at all diminished by what she heard;
and the questions she wanted to ask came up so fast in her mind,
she hardly knew which to utter first. What they were made out of,
how they came and went, what they meant by twinkling so,
were things she had long desired to know; but for the moment
these were forgotten in the burning, eager curiosity she had,
now that she had heard the name of their Maker, to know more of him,
and where he was to be found. Half rising from her former position,
and looking earnestly in the face of her humble instructor,
which was beaming with her own admiration of the glorious works
and power of the Lord, she exclaimed vehemently,--
"That Lord,--who's him? I's never heerd of him afore.
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