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Dolf," said Clorinda, rolling up her eyes 'till only the whites were visible, "when I lives in a house de secrets ob dat house is locked in my bussom " "But ter feller domestics," put in artful Dolf. "Jis' 'mong us," said Vic. "I know, I feels dat, and so I speak," replied Clo. "I ain't gwine ter say Miss Mellen is a favoright ob mine, 'cause she ain't but she's my missus.
"Tain't 'spected in the fair sect," said Dolf; "dey nebber ort to trouble 'emselves 'bout sich matters." Then Dolf sighed. "Yer wonders what's de matter," he said; "I was jis lamentin' dat I hadn't been able to save as much as I could wish, so dat I could realise sich a dream."
"'T was dis eye, Massa de lef eye jis as you tell me," and here it was his right eye that the negro indicated. "That will do we must try it again." Here, my friend, about whose madness I now saw, or fancied that I saw, certain indications of method, removed the peg which marked the spot where the beetle fell, to a spot about three inches to the westward of its former position.
An' it's a sap as follows the bad un's feet, Hal follows the bad un's feet wheresomever they goes; it's a sap as goes slippin' thro' the dews o' the grass on the brightest mornin', an' dodges round the trees in the sweetest evenin', an' goes wriggle, wriggle across the brook jis' when you wants to enjoy yourself, jis' when you wants to stay a bit on the steppin'-stuns to enjoy the sight o' the dear little minnows a-shootin' atween the water-creases.
Jeff explained. "Well, how came this handkerchief of yours, and this jack-knife, that I gave you the other day, lying near the broken pane, in the bow-window, this morning, eh! you black rascal? tell me that!" Jeff trembled in every joint, and caught hold of a chair for support. "Guy, Massa, dem tings was in my pocket last night, jis 'fore I went to bed; I remember usin' 'em 'fore Mr.
"Dat's my name, fast 'nuff; yer needn't go shouting it out dat ways." "When I'se seed wid my own eyes," said Dolf. "What has yer seen? Jis' 'ticlarise I hate beatin' round de bush." Clo really believed that Dolf was getting jealous; the bare idea filled her with a delicious thrill triumphs of that sort were sufficiently rare in her experience to be exceedingly precious.
"'Twas dis eye, massa de lef' eye jis as you tell me," and here it was his right eye that the negro indicated. "That will do we must try it again."
"Miss Ann, honey," she said in her soft, old drawl, "dem cattle down by de Branch is all that stan's 'twixt us-all and we-all becoming white trash! I jis' got-ter go, chile!" Then before Ann Walden could speak again the woman was gone!
She raises ducks, geese, and chickens innumerable, and yet I fail to see much luck in her management; but she has learned from experience a better skill than the books could have taught her, for she said to me one day, 'I jis thries to foind out what the crathers wants, and I gives it to 'em, She knows the character of every hen, duck, and goose she has, and you don't catch her wasting a sitting of eggs under a fickle biddy.
Nigger lawyers, Nigger doctors, Nigger storekeepers, Nigger teachers, Nigger preachers, Niggers in fine houses why, gentermen, jedgmint hain't fur off. Who was in ther Cote House thet day when thet Nigger White tole Colonel Buck he did'n no law? I wus thar, an' never wanter see sich ergin. Evrybody jis' opened his mouth an' stared fus at ther Nigger an' then at Colonel Buck.
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