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You was all th' one I had then, 'n' yer pappy was erway from home all th' week, 'cept from Sat'day evenin' tell 'fore day Monday monrin'. Melindy White staid wi' me; she was Zekle's great-aunt, 'n' er ole maid, 'n' people did say she was monst'ous cross 'n' crabbed, but she warn't never cross ter me. I mind me of er Sat'day, 'n' I'd be spectin' of yer pappy home.
I said, for Margaret kept silent. "And de oberseer, he say leastways he swore, he did, dat his will should be what is done on dis plantation, and he wouldn't have no such work. He say, dere's nobody to come togedder after it be dark, if it's two or t'ree, 'cept dey gets his leave, Mass' Ed'ards, he say; and dey won't get it." "But what did he do to Darry?"
"For rations, we'd eat onions and vegetables. We et what was raised. You know they didn't have nothin' then 'cept what they raised. All the cookin' was done at one house, but there was two cooks, one for the colored folks and one for the white folks. My grandma cooked for the white people. They cooked in those big old washpots for the colored people. We all thought we had a pretty good master.
The' was a blue gritchety sort o' smoke curlin' up around the face, an' my heart laid right down in its tracks an' rolled over on its back. I only saw that face a second, but I can shut my eyes an' see it right now. Gosh! I ain't much superstiticus, 'cept when I'm gamblin', but of course I know the' 's such things as ghosts an' devils an' sich, an' I don't take no liberties with 'em.
Breeze," he went on in a sudden yet embarrassed burst of confidence, "that Jim thar a man thet can shoot straight, and hez frequent; a man thet knows every skin game goin' that THET man Jim," very slowly, "hezn't really got any friends 'cept me and his wife." "Indeed?" said Mr. Breeze dryly. "Sure! Why, you yourself didn't cotton to him I could see THET." Mr.
"Don't you cal'late we can beat down there under a reefed mainsail and jib? It'll take time, but she's the sweetest sailing craft I was ever in in my life," he said. "She's certainly all right, 'cept for that pull to sta'bbo'd," muttered Horry. "Humph! Three men to sail a schooner of this tonnage. And this isn't any capsize wind at that," murmured the captain of the Seamew.
"I'se gwine away fer a night an' a day. Dese yere is de keys to de castle." "Yes, sir," was the meek response. Sally Ann Blue Beard pointed to an imaginary door halfway between them and where Virgie sat on the steps, wriggling with delight. "You kin look in ev'ry room in de house castle, I means 'cept in des dat one. Orn'estan me? Des dat one! But ef yo' looks in dar, Gawd he'p you.
That's my fav'rit," Mr. Harum repeated, "'cept when him an' Polly sings together, an' if that ain't a show pertic'lerly Polly I don't want a cent. No, ma'am, when him an' Polly gits good an' goin' you can't see 'em fer dust." "I should like to hear them," said Miss Clara, laughing, "and I should particularly like to hear your favorite, the one which ends with the Amen the very large A men."
"'She always kisses little me," murmured Dotty. "'She always kisses little me. She gives me twenty kisses when I go to bed, 'cept when I'm naughty, and then I don't have but ten." Dotty counted the number of knobs on the bureau drawers, and then went on: "I think if I was in my mamma's place, and had me to take care of, I'd throw me out of the window; I wouldn't keep such a girl!"
Dotty knew the question referred to family connections, and answered: "A little sister, Genie, 'leven years old." "That all?" "Yep. 'Cept Aunt Clara, who lives with us, she's a widow. And of course, Mother and Dad." "I've got a grown-up sister, Trudy. She's in s'ciety now, and she's awful pretty." "Look like you?" "Some. But she's all fluffy-haired and dimply-smiled, you know."
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