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Celia Craig looked up tranquilly. "Has anybody darned Paige's stockings?" "No, she hasn't, Honey-bell. Paige and Marye must keep their stockings da'ned. I never could do anything fo' myse'f, and I won't have my daughters brought up he'pless." Ailsa glanced humorously across at her sister-in-law. "You sweet thing," she said, "you can do anything, and you know it!"
"I meant the human kind," explained Kid Wolf mildly. Major Stover's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What do yuh want with me?" he demanded. "Did yo' offah ten thousand dollahs fo' the S Bar Ranch?" "That is none of yore business!" "No?" drawled Kid Wolf patiently. "Yo' might say that I am heah as Mrs. Thomas' agent." The major looked startled.
"Den fo' God's sake come and see Mister Chandler, suh. He done had a fit or sump'n. He layin' jist like he wuz dead. Miss Amy sont me to git a doctor. Lawd knows whar old Cindy'd a skeared one up from, if you, suh, hadn't come along.
They say once in every fo' years is enough fo' peanuts, but Ah'm goin' to try it every other year." "Aren't they a very troublesome crop?" "'Bout the same as potatoes, Ah reckon.
Scott deferentially, clearing his throat, "would you-all be good enough to jine our little gatherin' while we confabulate on dis hyar recent contabulaneous incident?" "Suttingly, Mr. Scott, suttingly!" said Ambrose, pushing back his chair, and crossing the room with the quaking official. "What can Ah do fo' you-all?" "Well, jest this," said Mr. Scott.
"Not gone fo' holidays." "Oh, I see," said Hamilton, "you mean he's gone for good. But aren't you going to have another one?" "Dunno if he's gone for good," the mountain boy answered. Hamilton stared in bewilderment. "Cunjer got him," the other continued. But this did not explain things any better. "Cunjer?" repeated Hamilton. "You mean magic?" The mountain boy nodded. "Yes, cunjer," he affirmed.
Moving slowly, like a newly awakened spirit, it waved in the very midst of the gasping committee. Back and forth, up and down, it moved glowing, vaporous, ghostly. Two hundred pairs of bulging eyes saw the horror and realized that it was an enormous hand, terribly deformed! Some one moaned with terror a woman screamed. "De hand ob death!" shrieked a man. "Run run fo' yo' lives!"
"I'm going out to take a look at the Annihilator." He quickly dressed, and was on his way down stairs when there arose quite a commotion out of the garden. Washington's voice was heard crying: "Come back heah, yo' unregenerated specimen ob a ungrateful bipedical ornithology! What fo' yo' want t' distress mah longanimity fo'? Come back heah!" "What's the matter, Wash?" asked Jack.
You should see her small white hands as she fingahs the strings. I will have a low divan of many cushions heah by the window of the music room. She shall sit heah in her beautiful gown of silk. White silk, fo' white becomes her best, her beauty is so dainty. She shall sit heah in her white silk gown and play and play and sing those Southern songs of hers that ah so full of music...."
"Sposin' I was to go to N' Orleans an' take sick and die, Laik a bird into de country ma spirit would fly." And after a while down the path the red and yellow of Mammy Easter's bandanna was seen. "Supper, Miss Jinny. Laws, if I ain't ramshacked de premises fo' you bof. De co'n bread's gittin' cold."
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