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Let me have the boy under me no meddlin' from anybody for a couple of months. Let him sign reg'lar articles and ship 'long of me for that time. Maybe I could make a white man of him." "I don't b'lieve he'd do it." "I cal'late I could talk him into it. There's some butter on my tongue when it's necessary." "You'd have to promise not to lay a hand on him in anger. That's what I promised his mother."
After a while, she relapsed into her quiet sobbing. "I think maybe he done tuk dat key. I knows he done lef' me durin' de night, an' I b'lieve he done come back. But I ain't gwine say nothin'. Maybe I don' know. Maybe I is mistuk. De whole thing done got too mix' up fuh me. Maybe he kilt her an' maybe he ain' been nigh de place. But I wish I coul' know. My holy Lawd!
But somehow he'd work it thet that alarm 'd go off in the dead hours o' night, key or no key, an' her an' me we'd jump out o' bed like ez ef we was shot; and do you b'lieve thet that baby, not able to talk, an' havin' on'y half 'is teeth, he ain't never failed to wake up an' roa' out a-laughin' ever' time that clock 'd go off in the night!
"I tell you it's as true as the sun to the dial," replied Nell; "and I tell you more, he's wid her this minnit behind your father's orchard! Ay! an' if you wish you may see them together wid your own eyes, an' sure if you don't b'lieve me, you'll b'lieve them.
She calls it a swan, for it's got a tall, crooked neck for the foot-board, and if I had it in my room, I'd hang curtains on its tail. It could be done just splendid! I'll show you after lunch if you don't b'lieve me." "Oh, we believe you! Go on. I'm interested in that room," begged Hope, wondering why she too had not begun with the attic.
How long past have ye come around me with 'em! 'I b'lieve ye c'd make more money, Mike' that's the way ye'd put it, 'if ye altered the Beach a bit. Make a little country-side restaurant of it, ye'd say, 'and have good cookin', and keep the boys and girls from raisin' so much hell out there. Soon ye'd have other people comin' beside the regular crowd.
This is illustrated by a story told of a coloured man in Alabama, who, one hot day in July, while he was at work in a cotton-field, suddenly stopped, and, looking toward the skies, said: "O Lawd, de cotton am so grassy, de work am so hard, and the sun am so hot dat I b'lieve dis darky am called to preach!"
If it was my street in my town I b'lieve that's what you call East Harniss, ain't it? seems to me I'd widen it. "The boss of 'my town' ground his heel into the sand. 'Berry, he snaps, 'are you goin' to move that house over the Boulevard ahead of mine? "The Cap'n looked him square in the eye. 'Williams, says he, 'I am. "The millionaire turned short and started to go.
With this veiled threat she left us. We snuggled our little bodies together. We were cold. "I'll write to father myself, tomorrow, an' 'splain everything," I announced. "D' you know," mused Angel, "I b'lieve I'll be a pirate, 'stead of a civil engineer like father. I b'lieve there's more in it." "I'll be an engineer just the same," said I.
I b'lieve thet 'twas me, myself, thet run the old tub on the rock." "Aside from the flour, Jabez," said the storekeeper, "'tain't much of a loss. But you an' Ruthie might ha' both been drowned." "I would, if it hadn't been for her," declared the miller, with more enthusiasm than he usually showed. "She held my head up when I was knocked out kinder. Ye see this cut in my head?"
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