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He had seen it before, every day since he could remember; but it seemed to have a fresh and almost mournful interest for him just now. "Hullo!" he exclaimed, as he leaned against the fence. "Putting up ladders? Oh yes, I see! That's old Tommy McGrew, the house-painter. Well, Ham's house needs a new coat as badly as I did. Sure it'll fit, too. Only it aint used to it any more'n I am." "Dabney!"
"I see you are insane and the law will have to step in and take care of you both." "What will it do with us?" gasped the widow. "Well, it ought to put you in strait jackets to begin with " "I've got some sense if mother aint!" cried Jane, commencing to sob. "It's plain the law'll decide your mother's not fit to take care of you.
"Much as usual, sir," said the frightened clerk, "nothing new as I hear of but gossip, and that aint a thing to interest a clergyman. There's always one report or another flying about, but them follies aint for your hearing.
"Yes, yes," said Mr Western, "we must not sink into conversation; that's the danger of all unofficial investigations. It seems natural to let him tell his story as he likes: but here we have got somebody to keep us in order. It's natural, but it aint law is it, Brown?" "I don't see that law has anything to do with it," said John Brown, with a smile.
Dey know better, but dey's wild an' don't care 'bout nothin'. I aint got no time to fool wid 'em. Looks like dey don't care 'bout workin' at nothin'. "I been a-workin' all my life, an' I'se seen good times an' bad times. I loves to work yet. I's gwine out now soon's I git my dinner an' he'p finish pickin' dat patch o' cotton.
"Uncle Darry, does no one else but you read the Bible?" He looked dark and troubled. "Missie sees de folks for most part got no learnin'. Dey no read, sure." "Do you read the Bible to them, Darry?" "Miss Daisy knows, dere aint no great time. Dey's in de field all day, most days, and dey hab no time for to hear." "But Sundays? " I said. "Do try," he said, looking graver yet.
"I'm mighty hungry, whoever aint." The dinner served in Mrs. Faulkner's housekeeper's room was remarkably nourishing and dainty, and Grannie enjoyed the food, which was not workhouse food, with a zest which surprised herself. She thought that she had completely thrown her grandchildren off the scent, and if that were the case, nothing else mattered.
"See him put on airs, Jim," said Micky, turning to his companion. "Where'd you get them clo'es?" "Never mind where I got 'em. Maybe the Prince of Wales gave 'em to me." "Hear him, now, Jim," said Micky. "Most likely he stole 'em." "Stealin' aint in my line." It might have been unconscious the emphasis which Dick placed on the word "my." At any rate Micky chose to take offence.
These silly creatures prate about love and a cottage, and despise advantages which wiser heads than theirs know how to estimate. "'Do you mean that she aint fassanated by me? says I, bursting out at this outrayjus ideer. "'She WILL be, my dear sir.
Allen, I cant say I did. Well, continued he, they WERE a prime article, I tell you, no mistake there, fit for any market, its generally allowed there aint the beat of them to be found any where.
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