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"Well, I don't know where he is, Mely, child," the mother answered back. "He ain't never around when he's wanted, and when he ain't, it seems like a body couldn't git shet of him, nohow." "Well, you ought to ring for him!" cried Miss Mela, enjoying the joke.
"Well, I don't know where he is, Mely, child," the mother answered back. "He ain't never around when he's wanted, and when he ain't, it seems like a body couldn't git shet of him, nohow." "Well, you ought to ring for him!" cried Miss Mela, enjoying the joke.
"Well, Mely, child," Fulkerson went on, with an open travesty of her mother's habitual address, "and how are you getting along? Mrs. Mandel hold you up to the proprieties pretty strictly? Well, that's right. You know you'd be roaming all over the pasture if she didn't." The girl gurgled out her pleasure in his funning, and everybody took him. on his own ground of privileged character.
'E mustn'n go near Henry's, of course, for fear the kid 'ud swallow one of 'is dropped aitches and choke over it." And Tilly threw back her head and laughed. "But you must hurry up, Mely, you know, if you want to oblige 'im." "Really, Tilly!" expostulated Mary. "I don't intend to dance much either, as my husband isn't here."
"And that pack of worthless hussies," her mother resumed, "that come out on the stage, and begun to kick" "Laws, mother!" the girl shouted, "I thought you said you had your eyes shut!" All but these two simpler creatures were abashed at the indecorum of suggesting in words the commonplaces of the theatre and of art. "Well, I did, Mely, as soon as I could believe my eyes.
"You'll always find," he said, "that it's those of your own household that have the first claim on you." "That's so, Coonrod," urged his mother. "It's Bible truth. Your fawther ain't a perfesser, but he always did read his Bible. Search the Scriptures. That's what it means." "Laws!" cried Mely, "a body can see, easy enough from mother, where Conrad's wantun' to be a preacher comes from.
"Well, Mely, child," Fulkerson went on, with an open travesty of her mother's habitual address, "and how are you getting along? Mrs. Mandel hold you up to the proprieties pretty strictly? Well, that's right. You know you'd be roaming all over the pasture if she didn't." The girl gurgled out her pleasure in his funning, and everybody took him on his own ground of privileged character.
"You'll always find," he said, "that it's those of your own household that have the first claim on you." "That's so, Coonrod," urged his mother. "It's Bible truth. Your fawther ain't a perfesser, but he always did read his Bible. Search the Scriptures. That's what it means." "Laws!" cried Mely, "a body can see, easy enough from mother, where Conrad's wantun' to be a preacher comes from.
March?" "Can't you imagine?" she answered, with a kindly, smile. "Yes; but I don't believe I could guess how they would have struck you last summer when I first saw them. My! oh my! there was the native earth for you. Mely is a pretty wild colt now, but you ought to have seen her before she was broken to harness. "And Christine? Ever see that black leopard they got up there in the Central Park?
"Well, I wish Miss Vance could 'a' heard that! Why, mother, did you think it like the ballet?" "Well, I didn't know, Mely, child," said the old woman. "I didn't know what it was like. I hain't never been to one, and you can't be too keerful where you go, in a place like New York." "What's the reason you can't go?"
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