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Chile, you don't know nothin' 'bout lovin' yit. Now, I says toe you, whut's ther use? Thass hit, Miss Ma'y Ellen, whut's ther use?" "I wish, Sam," said Franklin one morning as he stopped at the door of the livery barn "I wish that you would get me up a good team. I'm thinking of driving over south a little way to-day." "All right, Cap," said Sam. "I reckon we can fix you up. How far you goin'?"
When you mus' ma'y, I's 'speckin' you to go off summuhs an' pick yo' gal, lak you went off to pick yo' aidjucation." She swung out a thick arm, and looked at Peter out of the corner of her eyes, her head tilted to one side, as negresses do when they become dramatically serious. Peter left his mother to her stare and went to his own room.
When he found that she followed him, and found in addition that she intended accompanying him, his pleasure was quite evident. "Wait, Mis' Ma'y, ontil I gits a rag and wipes off de seat," he said at the door of the shed. She could not help feeling a bit self-conscious as she sat by Zeke's side and went rattling along the street, down into the square, into the very centre of Bloomfield life.
Takes Cap'n Franklin toe git ole Mr. An'lope, though. "Er Miss Ma'y Ellen," began Aunt Lucy presently, and apparently with a certain reservation. "Yes?" Aunt Lucy came over and sat down upon a sod heap, resting her chin upon her hand and looking fixedly at the girl, who still stood leaning against the post. "Er Miss Ma'y Ellen " she began again. "Yes. What is it, Lucy?" "Does you know ?"
After a short pause Tump said in a slightly different tone: "'Pears lak you don' haf to ma'y her comin' to yo' room." A queer sinking came over the mulatto. "Listen, Tump, I we in my room we simply talked, that's all. She came to tell me she was goin away. I I didn't harm her, Tump." Peter swallowed. He despaired of being believed. But his defense only infuriated the soldier.
He 's such a nice man, an' race-horse men 'most always have money. Why don't you marry him, ma? Then I 'd feel that you was safe an' settled, an' that you would n't be lonesome when the show was out of town." "You want me to ma'y him an' desert yo' po' pa?" "I guess what he says is right, ma. I don't reckon we 'll ever see pa again an' you got to do something. You got to live for yourself now."
Seems to me like, ef I c'd jess know er sengle nigger, so'st we c'd meet onct in er while, an' so'st we c'd jess kneel down togetheh an' pray comfer'ble like, same's ef 'twus back in ole Vehginny why, Miss Ma'y Ellen, I'd be the happiest ole 'ooman ever you did see. Mighty bad sort o' feelin', when a pusson ain't right shore 'bout they soul.
"How could they go, Uncle?" "Jus' took deh auto'bile, chile, an' de Kun'l done druv it heself bag an' baggage. But see heah, Ma'y 'Ouise we-all ain' s'pose to know nuth'n' bout dat git-away. Ef some imper'nent puss'n' ask us, we ain' gwine t' know how dey go, nohow. De Kun'l say tell Ma'y 'Ouise she ain' gwine know noth'n' a-tall, 'bout nuth'n', 'cause 'tain't nobody's business."
The Hon. Salmon P. Chase, Secretary of the Treasury, was engaged with the President when Phoebe presented herself at the door of the executive office. John Hay tried in vain to persuade her to wait a few minutes. Phoebe brushed the young diplomat aside with scant ceremony. "G'way fum here, Boy!" she laughed. "Miss Ma'y sent me ter fetch 'im right away. An' I gwine ter fetch 'im!"
"I don't b'liebe she 's natch'ly ez white ez dat. I 'spec' she 's be'n powd'rin'! An' I know all dat hair can't be her'n; she 's got on a switch, sho 's you bawn." "You knows dat ain' so, Ma'y 'Liza Smif," rejoined the other, with a look of stern disapproval; "you knows dat ain' so. You 'd gib yo' everlastin' soul 'f you wuz ez white ez Miss Chan'ler, en yo' ha'r wuz ez long ez her'n."
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