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Witch is all in praise and onnur of the glory and peace to come, thanksgivin and gladness; umbelly beggin leave to super scribe me self, I needn't a say nothink of a concernin of a dockin of the entail, to your onnur. For why? As your onnur knows, nothink can be done, in the way of the kole and the wherewithalls, without a that there. But ast for that, a that argufies nothink. For why?
The young woman's sympathetic regard of Gray's victim changed to a glare of hostility as she turned upon the speaker, crying: "You brute! You ought to be arrested!" "He ast me to wait, Arline " "To delay asking you a question which I felt should be more seriously considered. In the absence of his family I took it upon myself to " "To butt in!" Miss Montague exclaimed, with curling lip. "Quite so.
Why, Eben Holden, if you was what ye looked, ye'd be in the presidential chair. Folks here 'n the valley think o' nuthin' but hard work most uv 'em, an' I tell ye now this boy ain't a goin' t' be wuth putty on a farm. Look a' them slender hands. 'There was a man come to me the other day an' wanted t' hev a poem 'bout his wife that hed jes' died. I ast him t' tell me all 'bout her.
At last he says: "Sis, go get the fine-toothed comb and comb your pa's head won't you, sis?" says he. "Can't your barber do that for you?" ast she. "He does; but no barber can really comb a alderman's head soothing," says he, "not like his own kid can.
"That so? I'm glad to hear it, wife. But ef you send word over to him thet I ain't well, don't send tell the last minute, please. Ef you was to, he'd come by here, shore an' they'd be questions ast, an' I couldn't stand it. Jest send word when the second bell starts a-ringin' thet I ain't well. An' I ain't, Maria." "I'm convinced o' that, Ephraim or I wouldn't send the message an' you know it.
She sat looking at her son, oddly, with a faint amusement in her gross black face, when a careful voice, a very careful voice, sounded in the outer room, gliding up politely on the syllables: "Ahnt Carolin'! oh, Ahnt Carolin', may I enter?" The old woman stirred. "Da''s Cissie, Peter. Go ast her in to de fambly-room."
She ast is you as bright in yo' books as you is in yo' color." The old negress gave a pleased abdominal chuckle as she admired her broad-shouldered brown son. "But I saw Ida May standing on the wharf-boat the day I came home," protested Peter, still bewildered. "No you ain't. I reckon you seen Cissie. Dey looks kind o' like when you is fur off." "Cissie?" repeated Peter.
I don't know what it is to be skeered. Didn't you ever hear about how I landed them fellers that kidnaped my daughter Rosalie? Well, you jest ast some one 'at knows about it. Umph! I guess that was a recommend fer bravery. But these fellers will be ready fer us, won't they?" "We can trick them easily. I've been thinking of a plan all afternoon.
And when things was hatchin', ther' wa'n't no one to give her warnin' but me. 'What is the trouble? you ast," the little man went on gloomily. "Trouble? Wal, I'd smile. Ther' ain't nothin' but trouble around M'skeeter Bend, sure. Trouble for her trouble all round. Her trouble's her father, an' Jake. Jake's set on marryin' her.
It's bought, an' they won't take it back." "Won't they?" She was staggered again. "Not much they won't. I ast 'em. A ticket sold is sold." "Waal, if they won't-" "You bet they won't." "I s'pose I'll haff to use it"; and that ended iti -They were a familiar sight as they rode down the road toward town next day. As usual, Mrs.
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