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An' I ain't regrettin' 'Lisha's goin' one mite; I believe you'd rather go on doin' for him an' cossetin'. I think 't was high time to shove him out o' the nest." "You ain't his mother," said Lucy Ann. "What be you goin' to give him for his breakfast?" asked the stern grandfather, in a softened, less business-like voice. "I don't know's I'd thought about it, special, sir.
I don't know what kind of a little quail girl you would make, Sue; do you think you could walk for miles through the ice and snow uncomplainingly?" "I don' know's I could," sighed Sue; "but," she added hopefully, "perhaps I could teach or preach, and then I could gropeanwag as much as ever I liked."
Bimeby Massa oberseer com'd an' axed, "all bin a workin' libely?" I say "Yes, Massa." Then said Mr. Parker, 'You were lying, Joe had been sleeping, not working. 'I know's dat, but ef I tole on Joe, Massa oberseer cut him all up again, and Massa Jesus says, "Blessed am de Peacemaker." I heard, continued Robert, that Mr.
I could hear him singin' to himself right out in the field a-ploughin' or hoein', an' he didn't know it half o' the time, no more 'n a common bird would. I don't know's I valued his gift as I ought to, but there was nothin' ever sounded so sweet to me. I ain't one that ever had much fancy, but I knowed Albert had a pretty voice." Mrs.
Countin' the poor pickin's 'n' the time I lose in jail I might most's well be done with it 'n' work out by the day, as the folks want me to; I'd make 'bout's much, n' I don' know's it would be any harder!"
There wa'n't any painter by trade in the village, and I mixed it myself. Well, sir, that tavern's got that coat of paint on it yet, and it hain't ever had any other, and I don't know's it ever will.
"I don't know's I'm afraid in the long run, but I don't like to have you go through such things and be exposed to the temptations of a great city." "Why don't you come with me, Mother, and keep house for me? We can find a little flat somewhere, and " "What on earth is that?"
Enoch inquired, in the tone of a connoisseur, transfixing Amberley with his shrewd eyes. "Don't know's I could tell you, neighbor, I kind o' fancied the ones with the snappin' black eyes. But I ruther guess some other kind would ha' done's well, when it come to the pint." Enoch raised his eyebrows inquiringly. "Wouldn't ary one on 'em hev you?" he asked. "Never asked 'em," was the reply.
Me an' the beast's done it eighteen years together, and the creatur' warn't, so to say, young when we begun it, nor I neither. I re'lly didn't know's she'd hold out till this time. There, git up, will ye, old mar'!" as the beast of burden stopped short in the road.
Do you remember young Cy 'Whit' we used to call him or 'Reddy Whit, 'count of his red hair? I don't know's you do, though; guess you'd gone to sea when he run away from home." Mr. Tidditt shook his head. "No, no!" he said. "I was to home that year. Remember 'Whit'? Well, I should say I did. He was a holy terror yes, sir!
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