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"Now look at us," he began, then the funny spectacle of wet clothes sent each laughing. "Gee," he said, "won't we get Sam Hill from Mom?" "What's Sam Hill?" she asked. "And where do you learn such awful slang? Abody can hardly understand you half the time. Mom says you should stop it." "Yea, that reminds me, Manda, what I come for. Mom said you're to come in and get your dresses tried on.
Parton. "Maybe it don't make no difference to white folks, but looks like they's always 'spicioning niggers," continued Manda, with a shake of her head. "Tilly 'lows it's that thar ring of old Marse Gilpin's." "Hardly," said Mrs. Parton, with a laugh. Belle, remembering the stranger, wondered if it might not be true. Such talk among the servants of Friendship was nothing new.
It's saved thee to me; it's kept mi heart warm, and it's kept that lamp leeted every neet for five year. And then, seeing tears slowly stealing down her daughter's face, the old woman said: 'I think we mud as weel put th' leet aat naa thaa's comed wom', 'Manda? and as the girl gave no more evidence of resistance, the mother went to the window, turned down the lamp, and drew the blind, saying, 'He's answered mi prayers.
Sometimes, when Statira and 'Manda Grier took a Saturday afternoon off, he went with them into the country on one of the horse-car lines, or else to some matinee at a garden-theatre in the suburbs. Statira liked the theatre better than anything else; and she used to meet other girls whom she knew there, and had a gay time.
It's kind o' curious I should bring both remedies home with me at once." At this they all laughed a third time, till 'Manda Grier said, "'Sh! 'sh! Do you want to raise the roof?" She began to bustle about, and to set out a little table, and cover it with a napkin, and as she worked she talked on.
She did not look at him and pretend ignorance, as 'Manda Grier would have done; but lifting her moist eyes and then dropping them, she said, "Why, Mr. Barker, what can you mean?" "You know what I mean," he retorted, with courage astonishing to him. "It was because I liked you so much." He could not say loved; it seemed too bold. "There's nothing else can excuse it, and I don't know as that can."
"Mom," Amanda told her mother as they ate supper one night when many apples were to be pared for the next day's use, "Lyman Mertzheimer seen us pick apples to-day and he said he's comin' over to-night to the snitzin' party d'you care?" "No. Let him come." "So," teased Uncle Amos. "Guess in a few years, Manda, you'll be havin' beaus.
She threw up her face, and in a moment he had kissed her. He released her and fell back from her aghast. She looked at him. "I I didn't mean to," he panted. His heart was thundering in his ears. She put up her hands to her face, and began to cry. "Oh, my goodness!" he gasped. He wavered a moment, then he ran out of the room. On the stairs he met 'Manda Grier coming up. "Now, Mr.
Barker," said the poor foolish thing in the mincing falsetto which she thought so cutting, "have you any idea what's become of your young lady artist friends, them that took your portrait as a Roman youth, you know?" Lemuel made no answer whatever for a time. Then, whether he judged it best to do so, or was goaded to the defiance by 'Manda Grier's manner, he replied, "Miss Swan and Miss Carver?
Lemuel was powerfully shaken by this attack; he did feel responsible for Statira's staying in town all summer; but the spectacle of 'Manda Grier publicly crying at his side in a place like that helped to counteract the effect of her words. "'Sh! Don't cry!" he began, looking fearfully round him. "Everybody 'll see you!" "I don't care! Let them!" sobbed the girl.
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