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Grace lit the candles on Sylvia's bureau, while Sylvia picked up her treasured dolls, "Molly" and "Polly," which her Grandmother Fulton had sent her on her last birthday. "I wuz up here, jest a-sittin' an' a-lookin' at 'em, Missy," wailed Estralla. "I never layed hand on 'em. An' when you an' Missy Grace comes in I da'sent move. An' then when I does move I tumbles over.
She IS a Yankee!" "They'se done somethin' to my missy," decided Estralla. "They'se scairt her." She ran down the path toward the wall at the end of the garden, and stopped suddenly; for right in front of her, caught on the jessamine vine which grew over the wall, she saw a fluttering blue ribbon. "Dat's off'n Missy Sylvia's hair, dat ribbon is," she whispered, reaching up for it.
"But what a funny one," said Diana, gazing with curious admiration at the stout, sack-like garment. "It's the best poor Mother Rodesia has, my dear. I'm awful poor, you know." "Is you?" asked Diana. "Yes, dear." "And does you mind?" asked Diana. "Yes, dear; 'cos when people are poor they can't get bread to eat, and then they can't get nice clothes like you, little missy.
Sometimes I had obtained for her a holiday sometimes saved her a whipping, and at others had given her a trifle of money; she therefore became exceedingly attached to me, and as she saw her mistress's anger daily increase, she knew what it would probably end in, and watched my safety like a little guardian sylph. "No drinkee coffee, massa," said she, "Missy putty obeah stuff in."
'But I thought that you might, like me, be interested in freeing slabes. "'Dat I am, I said, 'dough I had neber thought much about it. "'You hab heard, p'raps, she said, 'ob de underground railway. "'Yes, ma'am, said I. 'Dat is de blessed 'stitution which smuggles slaves across the frontier. "'Dat is it, she said, 'and I belongs to it. "'Does you, missy? me says. 'De Lord bless you.
And like a hunted criminal he condemned her, a moment later, to old Mrs. Greenleaf. "That kid from next door has been snooping in here. I caught her trying to sneak out." Missy faltered out her explanation. "I know it wasn't your fault, dear," said old Mrs. Greenleaf kindly. "What was it you wanted?" Her errand forgotten, Missy could only attempt a smile and dumbly extend the bouquet. Old Mrs.
A mulatto girl came hurrying from within the house. "The American missy, I cannot find her. She not in her room, suh." "What!" The fat old potentate almost jumped into the air. But the son kept his head. "Not in her room, Charlotte? And Ubbo gone, too? Had I not better make the guard ready, sir?" "Yes, yes; have the guard fall in."
Missy didn't know just what it was, not being particularly interested in newspapers and current events, and remote things that didn't matter. But Raymond evidently knew something about Dobson aside from his being just prominent. "I only hope he kisses old Miss Lightner!" he said, chortling. "Kisses her?" repeated Missy, roused from her reveries.
"O! Massa Eddie and Missy Bell," said he joyfully, "I'se so glad you cum to see poor Mark; I was afeard I would never see you again." "O yes," said Eddie, "we came as soon as mamma told us about it.
Just then he perceived the primer that was peeping out of Lewis's shirt bosom. "Ha! what's here?" said he; "a primer, as I live! And what are you doing with this, I'd like to know?" "Missy Katy give it to me, and she is teaching me my letters out of it. Please, massa, let me have it again," said he, beseechingly, as Dick made a motion as if to throw it away. "I would like to learn how to read."
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