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No longer could Jean resist such an appeal, so stepping forward, she took the bundle in her arms. Awkwardly she held it, uncertain what to do. Then Old Mammy came to her aid, and relieved her of her burden. "Why, chile, yo' doan know how to hol' a baby," she reproached. "Yo' hol' it upside-down. Yo' nebber had 'sperience wif babies. Dis o' woman'll show yo' how."
"I only meant that it might be well to bestow a little of what other people regard as kindness. I had asked Aun' Suke to do her best and am sure she will." "It will be strange if she does, when you are setting the example of doing your worst. But I am mistress once more, and wish no interference." "Doan you worry, honey, 'bout we uns," said Aun' Suke quietly.
Den it was washed off wid salt, an' de nigger was put right back in de fiel'. Dey was whupped fer runnin' away. Sometimes dey run afte' 'em fer days an nights with dem big old blood houn's. Heap o' people doan b'lieve dis. But I does, 'cause I seed it myse'f. "I'se lived here forty-five years, an' chipped turpentine mos' all my life since I was free. "I'se had three wives.
"Doan know how many cowboys. They're always comin' and goin'. I ain't acquainted with half of them." "Much movement of stock these days?" "Stock's always movin'," he replied, with a queer look. "Rustlers?" But he did not follow up that look with the affirmative Duane expected. "Lively place, I hear Fairdale is?" "Ain't so lively as Sanderson, but it's bigger." "Yes, I heard it was.
"Doan ye Cry, mah honey Doan ye weep no mo', Mammy's gwine to hold her baby, All de udder black trash sleepin' on the flo'," The little darkies swayed; the singer swayed, empty arms cradled. She picked the tiniest darky up and held him, woolly head against her breast, and crooned to him, rocking on her jeweled heels. The crowd applauded; the man in the box kissed his flowers and flung them.
"Ain't it juss like them frawgs te make a place like this' into a hauspital?" said the orderly, standing with his feet wide apart and his hands on his hips, facing a row of cots and talking to anyone who felt well enough to listen. "Honest, I doan see why you fellers doan all cash in yer! checks in this hole.... There warn't even electric light till we put it in.... What d'you think o' that?
"Yo' Hon'ah doan off'n use de metal," he answered. "Dat's sho'. But whiles an' again yo' Hon'ah condescends ter want it. Dat bein' so, I keep it by me an' polished. I doan fetch yo' Hon'ah w'at any low trash has handled."
"Doan care a dam fo' neyder," responded the ex-cook. "I'se soon show ye, Mass' Brace, how we find vessel, big 'nuff to hold all de oil in de karkiss ob de ole cashlot, as you call him." "Explain, nigger, explain!" "Sartin I do. Gib me dat axe. I soon 'splain de whole sarkumstance." Ben passed the axe, which he had been holding, into the hands of the Coromantee.
I told him I should be glad to get half that amount or even less." Otto took the bundle and loosened the roll again. "I got a little girl, Beesving dot was her dog make such foolishness who likes dese t'ings. But dot is not business, for I doan sell it again once I gif it to her. I joost put it around her shoulders for a New Year's gift.
She warn't on'y 'bout fo' year ole, en she tuck de sk'yarlet fever, en had a powful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was a-stannin' aroun', en I says to her, I says: "'Shet de do'. "She never done it; jis' stood dah, kiner smilin' up at me. It make me mad; en I says agin, mighty loud, I says: "'Doan' you hear me? Shet de do'! "She jis stood de same way, kiner smilin' up.
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