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Anything new?" "Well no, sah. Ev'ything jes' 'bout de same." "Is the Colonel home?" "No, sah. He's done gone to San Antone." "Has he shipped yet?" "Yes, sah." "Who went up to Chicago with them?" "Mistah Sattlee an' John Dick an' some mo'." "Is Steve Brown at home?" "No, sah. He 's gone somewha's. An' he ain' come back. Mos' all de men folks is gone away." "Has Miss Alice got back yet?" "No, sah.
"Brer Fox roll his eye en say, 'Man, ain't you gwine ter hush up, 'fo' you gi' me de fidgets? "Der little Rabs dey frisk en dey frolic, but dey hear ev'ything dat pass. "Brer Wolf lick out his tongue quick, en 'low, 'Less us whirl in en eat um. "Brer Fox say, 'Man, you make me hongry! Please hush up! "De little Rabs play off furder en furder, but dey know 'zackly what gwine on.
Aunt Fanny was not so proud and imperious. It was with difficulty that her high-strung young mistress suppressed the wails that long had been under restraint in Aunt Fanny's huge and turbulent bosom. "Good Lawd, Miss Bev'ly, dey'll chop us all to pieces an' take ouah jewl'ry an' money an' clo'es and ev'ything else we done got about us. Good Lawd, le's tu'n back, Miss Bev'ly.
He's boun' spend that money, somehow." Madame turned a broad and contemplative smile upon Dumars. "I ond'stand you, M'sieur Dumars, those day you come ask fo' tell ev'ything I know 'bout M'sieur Morin. Ah! yes, I know most time when those men lose money you say 'Cherchez la femme' there is somewhere the woman. But not for M'sieur Morin. No, boys. Before he shall die, he is like one saint.
He shrugged, removed his glasses, polished them on his handkerchief, and sat holding them, his short-sighted eyes lost in reverie. His wife endured it to the limit of patience: "Curt," she began in a lower voice, "you and I gen'ally avoid certain matters, dear but ev'ything is sure to come right in the end isn't it? The No'th is going to be sensible." "In the end," he admitted quietly.
Well, an' so it's all pressed an' ev'ything, an' she stopped on the way out, an' whispered to me that she'd got so upset over the joke on her that she couldn't remember where she put it when she took it out o' papa's room after he gave up tryin' to get inside of it. An' that," cried Jane "that's the funniest thing of all! Why, it's layin' right on her bed this very minute!"
Dey's too much er dis foolishness 'bout husban's en' wibes 'mongs' de niggers now-a-days. One nigger man is de same as ernudder, en' dey'll be plenty un 'em down ter Wash'n'ton's plantation. Ole Miss wuz a mighty smart woman, but she didn' know ev'ything. "'Well, says ole Marse, 'de craps'll be laid by in a mont' now, 'en den dey won't be much ter do fer ernudder mont' er six weeks.
"Dat night at supper he laugh an' talk, an' he set at de table a long time. Arfter ole marster went to bed, he went in de charmber an' set on de bed by 'im talkin' to 'im an' tellin' 'im 'bout de meetin' an' ev'ything; but he nuver mention ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's name.
"Yes, honey, I'se skyeert ter go out any-whar; I'se so skyeert uv Tight-fis' Smith." "He's awful mean, ain't he?" asked Dumps. "Dat he is chile," replied the man; "he's cruel an' bad." "Then don't you ever go back to him," said Dumps. "You stay right here an' me'n Diddie'll bring you ev'ything ter eat, an' have you fur our nigger."
He had plenty corn, taters, pum'kins, hogs, cows ev'ything, but he didn' gi us nuthin but strong plain close and plenty to eat; we slept in ole common beds and my pa made up little cribs and put hay in dem fur de chillun."
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