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The colored man looked frightened for a moment, and then a broad grin spread over his face. "Well, sah, Colonel," he began, deferentially, "maybe yo' kin call it dat, but hit looks t' me mo' laik one ob dem li'l white balls de gen'mens an' ladies done knock aroun' wif iron-headed clubs. Dat's whut it looks laik t' me, sah, Colonel," and Shag picked up a golf ball from the water, where it floated.
Well, so thishere young li'l Dills settin' there puffin' an' blowin' his ches' out and in, an' feelin' all nice 'cause it about the firs' time this livin' summer he catch you' Aunt Julia alone to hisse'f fer while an' all time the house dess fillin' up, an' draf' blowin' straight at you' grampaw whur he settin' in his liberry.
"I doan't knaw what ever us have done to set him an' God against us so. I've tried that hard; an' you've toiled till the muscles shawed through your skin; an' the li'l bwoy took just as he beginned to string words that butivul; an' no sign of another though't is my endless prayer." "The ways of Providence " began Mrs. Blanchard drearily; but Will stopped her, as she knew he would.
Can't nobody talk whin he ain't got no mouf, an' can't nobody have no mouf whin he ain't got no head, an' whin li'l' black Mose he look', he see' dat ghost ain't got no head at all. Nary head. So de ghost say': "Ah come on down yere fo' to git a pumpkin fo' a head, an' Ah pick' dat ixact pumpkin whut yo' gwine tek, an' Ah don't like dat one bit. No, sah.
Suddenly a woman brushed against her a young woman of the working classes, her plump face sagging and mottled with terror, her eyes staring, her clothes torn and dishevelled. "My chiel, my li'l chiel!" she kept on muttering. "Wur be 'ee? Wur be 'ee?"
We dashed through the forest, I leading, she close behind. Nor had we any time to spare, for before we had gone a hundred yards two quick shots rang out. It was "li'l crack-crack" speaking, I felt sure of it. Shots answered rapidly in threes and fours.
Whut you stick you' ole black face crossways at me fer, honey?" But just then the dog rose to look pointedly toward the corner of the house. "Somebody's coming," he meant. "Who you spectin', li'l dog?" Mrs. Silver inquired. Florence and Herbert came round the house, Herbert trifling with a tennis ball and carrying a racket under his arm. Florence was peeling an orange. "For Heavenses' sakes!"
Horn his answer during the morning hours was invariably the same: "Yes, sah, Marse Richard's in his li'l room wrastlin' wid his machine, I reckon.
I be gwaine to give myself up then us'll see who's the fule!" Phoebe was out of bed with her arms round her husband in a moment. "No, no never. You couldn't, Will; you daren't 'tis against nature. You ban't free to do no such wild thing. You forget me, an' the li'l maid, an' t' other comin'!" "Doan't 'e choke me," he said; "an' doan't 'e look so terrified.
Tim's voice remained a growl, but his face did not look so doleful as before. "Grrrumph! I always seem to draw big females, and I don't like 'em. Gimme somethin' cute like them li'l' frog dolls in Paree sort o' pee-teet and chick. Still, a feller's got to do the best he can. Mebbe I'll live till you guys git back."
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