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Lawd! my time is come I cayn't git up; my bones dun tuk dis-yeh shape to staay!" "Come, come!" said the husband, in an undertone of amiable chiding; and the buggy gave a jerk of thankful relief as its principal burden left it for the sidewalk, diffusing the sweet smell of the ironing-table. While the younger woman was making her mincing descent, Fanny and Barbara came toward them in the walk.
Miss Barb," whispered Johanna, "but dis-yeh town is change'! New hotel! brick! th'ee sto'ies high!" Barbara touched her for silence. "But look at de new sto'es!" murmured the girl. Negroes the men in dirty dusters, the women in smart calicoes, girls in dowdy muslins and boy's hats and mountain whites, coatless men, shoeless women hung about the counters dawdling away their small change.
How nice dat is!" "Yass, it nice faw him. An' it useful faw me. We in cahoots in dis-yeh lan' boom. O, yass, me an' him an' Gyarnit an' Gamble, all togetheh like fo' brethers. I plays the fife, Johnnie beats the drum, Gyarnit wear the big hat an' flerrish the stick, an' Gamble, he tote the ice-wateh!" The two laughed so heartily as to swing against each other. "Escuse me!" said Mr.
Oh, please now, you see? nutt'n' but a po' nigga's dr oh! fo' de love o' God, Miché Jean-Baptiste, don' open dat ah box! Y'en a rien du tout la-dans, Miché Jean-Baptiste; du tout, du tout! Oh, my God! Miché, on'y jis teck dis-yeh t'ing off'n my laig, ef yo' please, it's bit'n' me lak a dawg! if you please, Miché! Oh! you git kill' if you open dat ah box, Mawse Jean-Baptiste!
"Miss Halliday," said Leviticus, lifting his beaver and bowing across the gate, "in response to yo' invite we O bless the Lawd my soul! is that my little Miss Barb, is that you?" Before he could say more Virginia threw both hands high. "Faw de Lawd's sake!" She thrust her husband aside. "G'way, niggah! lemme th'oo dis-yeh gate 'fo' I go ove' it!" She snatched Barbara to her bosom. "Lawd, honey!
Flakes of cotton blew about under the wheels and among the reclining oxen. In the cold upper blue the buzzards circled, breasted the wind, or turned and scudded down it. From chimney tops the smoke darted hither and yon, and went to shreds in the cedars and evergreen oaks. On one small space of sidewalk which was quiet, Johanna found breath and utterance. "Umph! dis-yeh town is busy.
Come roun' here, C'nelius Leggett, an' he'p me out'n dis-yeh buggy, else I dis'p'int you yit wid my aansweh. No, seh! you please to take jess de tips o' my fingehs. Now, gimme my bundle o' duds!" the voice rose and fell in coquettish undulations "now git back into de buggy yass, seh; dass right. Thaank yo ve'y much, seh. Good-by. Come ag'in." "Miss Daphne, y' ain't ans' my interrogutive yit."
Leggett, ef you crowds me any wuss on dis-yeh buggy seat I I'll give you I'll give you a unfavo'able answeh! Mr. Leggett" she sniggered "you don't gimme no chaynce to think o' no objections even ef I had any! Will you please to keep yo' foot where yo' foot belong, seh? Mr. Leggett " "What is it, my sweet spirit o' nightshade?" "Mr.
Den if it jiss po' down Yankee say, Don't dis-yeh look somepm like raain? An' Dixie man Yass, seh, hit do; hit look like raain, but Law'! hit ain't raain. You Yankees cayn't un'stan' ow Southe'n weatheh, seh!" Only Johanna laughed. Presently Barbara asked, "Have you seen pop-a?" "Yo' paw? Oh, yass'm, he in de wes' grove, oveh whah we 'llowin' to buil' de new dawmontory.
An' thus, o' co'se, I want to know it befo' han, caze ef a man play you a trick you don't want to pay him wid a favo'. Trick fo' trick, favo' fo' favo', is de rule of Cawnelius Leggett, Esquire, freedman, an' ef I fines, when Majo' Gyarnet read dis-yeh letteh, dat yo' paw done intercallate me a trick, I jist predestinatured to git evm wid bofe of'm de prompes' way I kin.
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