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Den he got a fine house, an' his ole wife warn't good 'nuff for him. Den dere war a young school-teacher, an' he begun cuttin' his eyes at her. But she war as deep in de mud as he war in de mire, an' he jis' gib up his ole wife and married her, a fusty thing. He war a mean ole hypocrit, an' I wouldn't sen' fer him to bury my cat. Robby, I'se down on dese kine ob preachers like a thousand bricks."
"Now, Miss Clorindy," said Dolf, when she had relieved her feelings by abusing Sally for her carelessness about the pies, and was once more tranquilly occupied with her work; "now, Miss Clorindy, jis' glorify us wid yer 'pinion 'bout de 'fairs ob dis dwellin' which we has all noticed is more mysteriouser dan is pleasant."
Why, you all isn't done bein' tuk care of you'selves." Kate laughed, and explained their plans, getting quite enthusiastic about it. "Lem me carry dat bag," said Uncle Braddock. "Oh no!" said Kate, "you're too old to be carrying bags." "Jis lem me hab it," said he; "it's trouble enuf fur me to get along, anyway, and a bag or two don't make no kind o' dif'rence."
"Is dat so?" said Uncle Daniel, a dear old father, with a look of saintly patience on his face. "Well, chillen, what do you mean to do?" "Go, jis' as soon as we kin git to de army," said Tom Anderson. "What else did the generals say? And how did you come to hear them, Tom?" asked Robert Johnson. "Well, yer see, Marster's too ole and feeble to go to de war, but his heart's in it.
I replied that I would have filled that fellow's hide so full of holes that it couldn't be stuffed with straw. "Well," said he slowly, "I kum purty nigh doin' it. But I jes' thought as how 'twan't Jim a shootin', but his jag, an' then I seemed ter see his kids a hangin' on th' gate a waitin' fer him t, come home, an' his wife a worritin' about him, an' I jis couldn,t do it.
Sometimes she'd try to git ole Marse to take dere part when de oberseer got too mean. But she might as well a sung hymns to a dead horse. All her putty talk war like porin water on a goose's back. He'd jis' bluff her off, an' tell her she didn't run dat plantation, and not for her to bring him any nigger news. I never thought ole Marster war good to her.
Van Kamp stopped the landlord's own breath. "I'll give you fifteen dollars for the three best rooms in the house," he calmly said, and Landlord Tutt gasped as the money fluttered down under his nose. "Jis' take yore folks right on up, Mr. Kamp," said Uncle Billy, pouncing on the money. "Th' rooms is th' three right along th' hull front o' th' house. I'll be up and make on a fire in a minute.
"Robby, honey," said Aunt Linda, "when you gits a wife, don't treat her like dat man treats me." "Oh, his head's level," answered Robert; "at least it was in the army." "Dat's jis' de way; you see dat, Miss Iola? One man takin' up for de oder. But I'll be eben wid you bof. I must go now an' git ready." Iola laughed.
"Drat it!" commented Uncle Billy to himself. "I could 'a' got more!" "Now where can we make ourselves comfortable with this furniture?" Uncle Billy chirked up. All was not yet lost. "Waal," he reflectively drawled, "there's th' new barn. It hain't been used for nothin' yit, senct I built it two years ago. I jis' hadn't th' heart t' put th' critters in it as long as th' ole one stood up."
Clo sprang up in high indignation. Dolf mounted a couple of steps and appeared to be diligently searching for something in a closet. Victoria opened the kitchen door, looked out and tossed her head angrily when she saw the pair. "I s'pose I might a split my throat callin', and yer wouldn't a answered," she cried. "I'se 'bout my business," said Clo, grimly, "jis' mind yours." "I s'pose Mr.
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