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"'Cause Miss Cahline's tehible heahtfelt 'bout some mattehs. Th' Lansdales sho'ly kin ca'y a grudge powful long. An' so seh Ah ain't neveh tole on yo'." "But she'll find it out." "Yes, seh, an' she maght fuhgit it, but Ah crave yo' pahdon, seh theh's yo' ahm what's gone." "It's too late to help that, Clem."
"Yes, Mistah Puhs'val!" said Grant, and added to himself, "Yo' suttiny do ca'y yo'se'f mighty han'some, Mistah Man!" Going out of the hotel, he met Launton Oldaker, with whom he chatted a few moments, and then bade good-bye.
"What den, Miz Mo'ton?" pursued the listener. "Den dey quahumteem dem Dagoes; sot a gyahd dah: you kin see him settin' out dah now. Well ma'am, 'cordin' to dat gyahd, one er dem Dagoes like ter go inter fits all day yas'day. Dat man hatter go in an' quiet him down ev'y few minute'. Seem 't he boun' sen' a message an' cain't git no one to ca'y it fer him.
There was another stampede, this time in the direction of the "parents." "Ca'y me! Ca'y me, Daddy," chirruped Hester. "No, me. Ride me piggy-back," insisted Eric. "Such children!" smiled Margery. "Ted, you encourage them. They are more barbarian than ever when you are here, and they are bad enough under normal conditions." Ted chuckled at that.
"Yes," she said, "there's a pink gingham I want to wear to the barbecue to-morrow. There ought to be a hat to match. Did the hats come, Mandy?" "Calvin he say there's another box, but he ain' brought it up from the deepot. He was ridin' dat Jo-mule, and this yer basket was all he could ca'y." In the pink frock Becky looked like a lovely child.
Fer looks, an' de way you walk an' ca'y yo'self; an' as fer de clo'es name o' de good lan', honey, dey ain' nevah SEE style befo'! My ole woman say you got mo' fixin's in a minute dan de whole res' of 'em got in a yeah. She say when she helpin' you onpack she must 'a' see mo'n a hunerd paihs o' slippahs alone!
I letta dissa missiolary man ca'y me jusso far he can. So missiolary man stag' long tem 'long load, an' kep' sweat, sweat semma lika glass ice-wadder; an' Chan Tow kep' gloan semma like ole barn daw." "Chan Tow kept groaning like an old barn door, and the missionary man kept perspiring like a glass of ice-water?" "Oh, no! Missiolary man sweat.
Mist' Sydney an' Mist' Jawge talkin' louduh'n I evuh heah nobody ca'y on in nish heah house! Quollin', honey, big quollin'!" "All right," said George shortly. "You go on back to your own part of the house, and don't make any talk. Hear me?" "Yessuh, yessuh," Sam chuckled, as he shuffled away. "Plenty talkin' wivout Sam! Yessuh!" George went to the foot of the great stairway.
"Yes," she said, "there's a pink gingham I want to wear to the barbecue to-morrow. There ought to be a hat to match. Did the hats come, Mandy?" "Calvin he say there's another box, but he ain' brought it up from the deepot. He was ridin' dat Jo-mule, and this yer basket was all he could ca'y." In the pink frock Becky looked like a lovely child.
Bye-bye, hedda ca'y dissa highrob two miles 'way down vanney, 'way up heel. Nen missiolary man lose ole his breffs, an' begin to gaps. He say, 'Mus' res'; mus' putta you down! Chan Tow kep' gloan, an' say: 'You putta me down I doan' know I die. Mus' getta home! Missiolary man say: 'Can't he'p I 'mos' exhaus'. Nen dissa highrob jump down vay well, an' say: 'We', I mus' getta home.
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