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An' don' yo' know all 'bout a boat? Course yo' does. Now yo' can sail us right off home. An' when yo' pa comes home 'mos' skeered to def, 'cos he cyan't fin' yo', thar' yo'll be," and Estralla chuckled happily as if all their troubles were over. But Sylvia was not so sure.
I made up my mind I wouldn't have anythin' mo'h to do with such people and that I would buy mah wall papah in New Yo'k when I got down theah. Now, I'm mighty sorry about this, Jack, but I really cyan't pat'onize a conce'n that treated me wuss'n a niggeh.
"Cyan't do that more'n once," observed the outlaw, taking a long breath. "They don't want her more'n once," replied Alfred, sagely. The men tried to take score. This was not easy. Out of the hundred and twelve cartridges with which they had started the fight, there remained sixty-eight. That meant they had expended thirty-nine in the last charge alone.
They were wise in the ways of intoxicated cooks. They ran to the steps of the only Pullman on the train and were met by the grinning porter. "Yas sah, he's in dah but Ah cyan't git 'im off, sah, to save mah soul," he explained toothily. "Ah put 'im next de front end, sah, but he's went to sleep and Ah cyan't wake 'em up, an' Ah cyan't tote 'em out nohow. Seems lak he weighs a ton!"
"He cyan't do no sech thing. Missy Sylvia won't let him," declared Estralla, who was perfectly sure that "Missy Sylvia" could do whatever she wished. With a pair of shoes on her feet and the blue cape over her shoulders Estralla had more courage. Sylvia's kindness had given the little colored girl a hope of happier days. "Aunt Connie, I'll do all I can for Estralla," said Sylvia.
The best folks hev axed her to differ'nt kinds of doin's. I cyan't say, Mr. Goree, that sech things suits me fur me, give me them thar." Garvey's huge, yellow-gloved hand flourished in the direction of the mountains. "That's whar I b'long, 'mongst the wild honey bees and the b'ars. But that ain't what I come fur to say, Mr. Goree. Thar's somethin' you got what me and Missis Garvey wants to buy."
"Oh! It's Estralla!" she exclaimed, and ran back to the entry. "It's Estralla! Oh! I'm so glad!" she said. "Don' you be skeered, Missy Sylvia," said Estralla valiantly. "Dis yere man cyan't take you off'n sell you." "All Estralla can think of is that somebody is going to be carried off and sold," Sylvia said, turning to Mr. Doane, who stood by looking very serious.
I want to be broad-minded, but, confound it! it seems that I cyan't, suh. "'Well, you are ahead of me just one generation, said I. 'I was born in the North and raised up here but my father was a Southern soldier. "'What! said the old man. 'Why didn't yo' tell me this befoh, suh? Hyah, I've been treatin' yo' like a dog, suh, all this time. And your father was a confed'rate soldier, suh?
Early breakfast will be at half-past eight and the car will be at the door at nine. 'Peters! an imperious young voice called. 'What's the matteh with Lord Marshalton's Ordeh of the Gyartah? We cyan't find it anyweah. 'Well, miss, I have heard that that Order is usually returned to His Majesty on the death of the holder.
"Oh, Missy! de door is shut fas'," she whispered, as she endeavored to push it open, "But it can't be shut," Sylvia answered. Both the little girls pushed against it, but the door stood fast. "Oh! What will we do?" half sobbed Sylvia, who was now very tired, and almost too sleepy to think of anything. "We cyan't get in de back door.
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