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'Foh you answers, jes' keep in mind dat dis heah keg of dynermite I'se ridin' ain' got no shoes on, an' dese heah ropes is mighty rotten; an', ef we goes our best, de mule ain' gwine be de onlies' one dat'll need a hawse-doctor! I ain' got no nickel, no-way!" Timmie was shaking with mirth. "I wish you'd git yohse'f kilt," she affectionately laughed at him.
Dat ain' gwine do me no hahm now, 'caze mah onlies' toof's done drapped out." "Then I'll get Miss Liz after you!" "Lawd, Marse Brent," the old fellow grew serious, "you knows she ain' turr'ble no moh! She's jest as meller as dem peaches, an' only las' week give me a dollar 'caze I hadn' cyarried de Cunnel but one julep dat day!" "Is the Colonel getting up?" "Naw, sah, he ain' budged.
The onlies wuck that nigger ever does is jes' growin' whiskers." "Oh, come now, Aunt Em'ly," remonstrated a young man who stepped from the study window on the porch as the old coach lumbered up the driveway, "Uncle Billy keeps his horses in better condition than any on our farm are kept. Poor old Uncle Billy!" "Poor old Uncle Billy, indeed!" snapped Mildred.
Mother Spurlock always refers to the children without the sanction of the law for their birth as the Mother Onlies, and somehow, when she speaks it, the name carries a world of tenderness into the heart of the hearer. "Whose now?" I asked her gently, because in a way Mother Spurlock and I bore one another's burdens of spirit. "Hattie Garrett's, and it's a week old now.
Slowly he looked from the sturdy little youngster to the mule, and at last back again. "De onlies' diff'ence is," he scratched his head, "dat ef you cross de road now, mebbe you kin do it lak a li'l gemmen; but ef you keep on foolin' 'roun' dis mule's back-doh, you'se apt to git heisted crost lak a jay-bird.
I got shoes, a'ready these here'n; but this ole gingham's the onlies' dress I got, an' hit's a sorry lookin' thing! Mr. Bowser sez ef I don't hanker arter shoes I don't hev ter hev 'em; he sez his store'll leave me take their wu'th outen sumthin' else. I reckon hit'll be all right ter the trustee!" "What trustee do you mean?" Jane asked.
He lived on de same fer menny y'ars." "W'en I wuz ole er'nuff I wuz taught ter spin en weav. I bucum de nuss ter de marster's onlies' chile. Soon atter I wuz freed, I went ter Wisconsin, but only wuz dere fer a y'ar, den I kum back ter Tennessee en Nashville. I settled in dis house en I'se bin livin' in hit fer ovuh fifty y'ars. Dere wuz no uther houses 'round 'yer at de time. I own de place.
And after he was again astride the mule, plodding toward Bob's place, his hand continued to stroke with affectionate care those jaws that had been thrown into such spasms of suggested torture, muttering: "Who ever heerd tell of sech misery as puttin' mah onlies' toof on de grind-stone!"
Came a general nodding and agreement of soft, blurry voices. "'At sho whut it say, black man!" "Sho do!" "Lawd God loves a nigger on a street corner same as He do a millionaire in a six-cylinder, Peter." "Sho do, black man; but He's jes about de onlies' thing on uth 'at do." "Well, I don' know," came a troubled rejoinder.
It is just a bottle of lavender water, but I thought she might like it." Uncle Billy bowed so low that his beard almost touched the ground. "Thank you, thank you, missy! I been a sayin' that you air the onlies' one in the whole county what kin hol a can'le to what my Miss Ann wa' in ol' days an' air now fer that matter." A Surprise for Cinderella
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