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Amy forgot it in a moment in her interest in the twins, whom Mandy presented one after another, saying, "I've six mo' grow'd up, some on 'em, an' one is married, 'case I'se old, I'se fifty-three, an' you's about forty." To this Amy paid no attention. She was still absorbed with the twins, who, Mandy Ann told her, had worn her white frock at their christening.
"Marse Cally," he said after a while, "I b'lieve you done got mo' settled, sence dog ef I don't b'lieve dat it's been sence yistiddy! I dunner wharbouts de change is, but it sho' is dar. It mought be de way you look at me, an' it mought be de way you don't look at me an' ef you ain't done grow'd bigger I ain't no nigger." "I have only ceased to be giddy for the time being," I said.
Then there's no water to give light to the pictur, and no sun to cheer it; and the hedges are all square; and the lime trees are as stiff as an old gall that was once pretty, and has grow'd proud on the memory of it. "I don't like their landscape a bit, there ain't no natur in it.
From telling 'em so often, he forgets whether he grow'd 'em or dreamt 'em, and so he stands' right up on end, kisses the book, and swears to 'em, as positive as the Irishman did to the gun, which he said he know'd ever since it was a pistol. Now, that's Bunkum.
Why, Lord! you're grow'd to legs so surprising, as I wonder they don't walk off with you, one o'these here dark nights, and lose you!"
Penrose, sorely bewildered, was jostled by the staring throng, Milly pushed her way with her crutch to the blushing woman, and, handing her a bunch of flowers, said: 'See yo', Mrs. Penrose, here's a posy for yo'. Yo're maister sez as yo' like flaars, an' aw've grow'd these i' my own garden.
"She wun't budge!" he cried, his face crimson with honest effort. "Seems she's grow'd in loike." "Fool!" he cried. "Lend a hand with the boom here! Shove, boy, shove! Now on to the main-brace! No, fool, no! Here on to this! Now all together heave! heave! heave!" The great sail rose, groaning terribly. Heaven send the smugglers hadn't heard! But they had. So much a far scream told them.
This riled the excellent feamale, and she said: "Git out! You never was a infank yourself, I spose! Oh no! You was too good to be a infank, you was! You slid into the world all ready grow'd, didn't you? Git out!" "No, Madam," I replied, "I too was once a infant! I was a luvly child.
Eh, we thort we did a good deed, Mister Jocelyn an' I, when we kep' 'er as a baby, 'opin' agin 'ope as 'er parents 'ud turn up an' be sorry for the loss of 'er but never a sign of a soul! an' now she's grow'd up she's thorts in 'er 'ed which ain't easy to unnerstand for since Mister Jocelyn told 'er the tale of 'erself she's not been the same like she's got suddin old!"
"Was you born a reddleman?" "No, I took to it. I should be as white as you if I were to give up the trade that is, I should be white in time perhaps six months: not at first, because 'tis grow'd into my skin and won't wash out. Now, you'll never be afraid of a reddleman again, will ye?" "No, never. Willy Orchard said he seed a red ghost here t'other day perhaps that was you?"
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