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"Doan't yo go too far on t' fells, missy. It's coomin' on to snaw, an it'll snaw aw neet. Lor bless yer, it's wild here i' winter. An when t' clouds coom down like yon " he pointed up the valley "even them as knaws t' fells from a chilt may go wrang." "Where does this path lead?" said Hester, absently.
It's Cæsar for knowing a deserving lad when he sees one, eh?" He gave another round of his cunning winks, and Grannie replied, "Aw, well, it's nothing against either of them anyway." Cæsar was gitting as straight as a crowbar and as grim as a gannet. "And when he left me, he gave me imperence and disrespeck."
"Because it was a whine-cellar!" cried Hen, through the portières. There was mild laughter at this, rather derisive on the part of all but the Major; but when Chas, glancing up from his paper, remarked crisply: "Aw, Miss Mamie! Like to speak to you a minute, please!" the merriment seemed mysteriously to acquire a more genuine ring. Carlisle politely inquired who Miss Mamie was.
"Didn't I tell you she'd duck?" he demanded triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you so?" "Aw shut up!" growled Nat in pardonable anger. "Ha! ha!" laughed his brother. "Well, you're enough to hoodoo the whole thing," retorted Nat.
White man ain't eveh goin' to lif hisseff up by holdin' niggeh down, an' that's the pyo chaotic truth; now, ain't it?" "Best way is to hang the nigger up." "Aw, Mr. March, you a-jokin'! You know I espress the truth.
She heard him open the garden gate, clash it back, come up the path with an eager step, shut the door of the house and chain it on the inside. Then she heard his deep voice speaking below. "Better now, Mrs. Gorry?" "Aw, better, sir, yes, and quiet enough this ten minutes." "Give her time, the bogh! Be aisy with the like, be aisy." Presently she heard him send off Mrs.
Left jes' a little while ago. I saw him go him 'n' Farnum 'n' Charley Hymer 'n' Hal Yarnell 'n' Mr. Bellamy." "Bet they git 'em." "Bet they don't." "Aw, course they'll git 'em, Tom." The other youngster assumed an air of mystery. He swelled his chest and strutted a step or two nearer. Urbane condescension oozed from him. "Say, Jimmie. C'n you keep a secret?" "Sure. Course I can."
"Aw, go on and tell him, yuh !" snapped Billy. "Only yuh don't want to get absent-minded enough to come back not whilst I'm here; things unpleasant might happen." He stood in the doorway and watched while the Pilgrim saddled his horse and rode away.
But it was her mother who had said "be generous." She knelt on the bridge. "Keep back the dog!" she warned the elder boy. She opened the box and divided the milk between Billy and the girl. She gave each a piece of cake leaving one and a sandwich. Billy pressed forward eagerly, bitter disappointment on his face, and the elder boy forgot his charge. "Aw, I thought they'd be meat!" lamented Billy.
"John," said Farmer Foddershucks to his college-bred son, who was home on a vacation, "hev ye noticed Si Mullet's oldest gal lately? Strikes me she's gettin' ter be a right likely critter, hey?" "She's as beautiful as Hebe," agreed John enthusiastically. "Aw, shucks!" grunted Farmer F. "She's a blame sight purtier 'n he be. Why, he ain't no beauty. She gits it f'm her mother's folks."
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