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Hall, whar kep' de school-house beyant de creek, an' dyar we went ev'y day, 'cep' Sat'd'ys of co'se, an' sich days ez Marse Chan din' warn' go, an' ole missis begged 'im off. "Hit wuz down dyar Marse Chan fust took notice o' Miss Anne. Mr. She wuz a leetle bit o' gal when she fust come.
"I not go swim now," she said regretfully, "'cep' some night-time. Too big. Before I marry, eighteen seven'y-nine, and before my three children grow up, I swim plenty then." "Lovaina," I said, "it was hardly eighteen seventynine you were married. You are only forty-three now. Was it not eighty-nine?" "Mus' be," she replied thoughtfully. "I nineteen when marry.
"Did YE never hear the auld saw, Grizzie," he said: "Throu the heather an' how gaed the creepin' thing, But abune was the waught o' an angel's wing ?" "Ay, I hae h'ard it naegait 'cep' here i' this hoose," answered Grizzie: she would disparage the authority of the saying by a doubt as to its genuineness. "But, sir, ye sud never temp' providence. Wha kens what may be oot i' the nicht?"
Harvey had picked them from the hook, and was admiring them. "Ouch!" he cried, for his fingers throbbed as though he had grasped many nettles. "Now ye know what strawberry-bottom means. Nothin' 'cep' fish should be teched with the naked fingers, Dad says. Slat 'em off agin the gunnel, an' bait up, Harve. Lookin' won't help any. It's all in the wages."
"There ain't many sorts o' trouble sets a man chasin' like that," said a voice in the background. Minky glanced round. "What are they, Van?" he inquired, and turned back again to his scrutiny of the on-coming horseman. "Sickness, an' guns," replied the man addressed as Van, with another foolish laugh. "If it's Sid he ain't got anybody out on his ranch to be sick, 'cep' his two 'punchers.
What if he should be in us after all, and working in us this way? just this very way of crying out after him? 'Mr. Ericson, cried Robert, 'dinna say ony mair 'at ye dinna believe in God. Ye duv believe in 'im mair, I'm thinkin', nor onybody 'at I ken, 'cep', maybe, my grannie only hers is a some queer kin' o' a God to believe in. I dinna think I cud ever manage to believe in him mysel'.
"Dinna ye come, Aggie," he said; "ye may be wantit at hame." "Ye dinna think I wad ley ye, laird! 'cep' ye was to think fit to sen' me frea ye.
The line of low yellow bluffs to the southeast hardly cast a shadow save for a darker dun tint here and there. At midday we drooped to a brief rest beside the sun-baked trail. "You all jus' one color," Aunty Boone declared. "You all like the dus' you made of 'cep' Little Lees an' me. She's white and I'm black. Nothin' else makes a pin streak on the face of the earth."
Cocker, he said, 'what mak's Sandy, Lord Rothie, or Wrathy, or what suld he be ca'd? tak' to The Bothie at a time like this, whan there's neither huntin', nor fishin', nor shutin', nor onything o' the kin' aboot han' to be playacks till him, the bonnie bairn 'cep' it be otters an' sic like?
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