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The eldest sister was deputed to approach and sound Mammy on the momentous question. The deputy went on her mission in fear and trembling. The interview was easily contrived in the adjoining room. We were exceedingly embarrassed when we discovered that Mammy's part of the dialogue was perfectly audible. As for the sister's, her voice could be barely heard.
He stood erect now, and she noticed that his clothes, originally of fashionable cut and costly material, were torn and stained and shabby. He had a little bundle beside him, tied up in a gaudy shawl; and the broken toy-horse seemed to have fallen out of it. "But where is your mother?" "Mammy's gone away. She told me to go and find my father at the big red house there.
Weston fanned Alice, who, with closed eyes, laid languidly on the lounge. "Miss Janet," said Lydia, speaking very softly, "who made de lightning-bugs?" "God made them," said Miss Janet. "Did God make de nanny-goats, too?" "You know that God made every thing," said Miss Janet. "I have often told you so." "He didn't make mammy's house, ma'am; I seed de men makin it."
"I kaint tell nothin bout slavery times cept what I heared folks talk about. I was too young to remember much but I recleck seein my granma milk de cows an do de washin. Granpa was old, an dey let him do light work, mosly fish an hunt. "I doan member nothin bout my daddy. He died when I was a baby. My stepfather was Stephen Anderson, an my mammy's name was Dorcas.
I once resolved to starve myself into growing thin; and, to Mammy's great surprise, refused to taste the dinner she handed me, and resolutely persisted in going to bed without my supper.
"He ain't gwine let me tetch him," said Chany, feebly dabbing at him with the handkerchief. "Do, pray, gal, don't be so no-'count," Mammy answered. Then Chany, stung by the imputation, made another helpless dive; a scuffle ensued, in which she was utterly routed, and the victorious Sedley threw himself upon Mammy's lap. "Gi' me de hankcher," said Mammy, with an air of withering contempt.
On being asked the cause of his tears, he sobbed out in mingled alarm and indignation: "I'm lost; mammy's lost me; I told the darned thing she'd lose me." The recognition of his own liability to be lost, and at the same time the recognition of his own superior wisdom, are exquisitely characteristic. They would be quite incongruous in the son of any other soil.
The Reverend Orme's black mane had suddenly turned white in streaks. A perpetual scowl knitted his brows. To mammy's broad countenance, built for vast smiles, had come a look of plaintive despair. Natalie and Lewis were at the weedy age of nine. It was natural that they should have changed, but their change had gone beyond nature.
It was on the night of the reading from "Ivanhoe" that Harry and Dan found out how Chad could play the banjo. Passing old Mammy's cabin that night before supper, the three boys had stopped to listen to old Tom play, and after a few tunes, Chad could stand it no longer.
His enthusiasm over Mammy's effigy made me glow. He agreed to pose for me in Mammy's costume. Next day I borrowed the outfit without intimating that it was to be worn by anybody. Mammy was over-nervous about its being properly cared for. I think that she still contemplated appearing in it at the Bureau. In a week the picture was complete.
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