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"I thought Fanny would be pleased with the idea," said Mr. Miller, "and even if she had objected, I was going to send the doctor out, and I know he would bring her to terms." Fanny blushed and her father said, "Do you think so? Well, I’m glad on’t.
Lacey finished reading the letter she said to Leffie, who was still standing near, "Rondeau is well, and will be home in a few days." "When’s the new miss a comin’?" asked Aunt Dilsey. "Not at all," was Mrs. Lacey’s reply. "Glad on’t," said Dilsey, "for now Jack can spit as fur and as big spits as he wants to."
Rondeau was pretty keen, and putting the two circumstances together, he again had a whispered conference with Leffie, whom he told that "most probably the Kentucky girl had flunked, for marster hadn’t had a letter in ever so long, and every time he didn’t get one he looked as blue as a whetstone!" "Glad on’t," said Leffie. "Hope he won’t have any your foreigners.
Middleton of his love for his daughter, and said she had promised to be his if her father would consent. Mr. Middleton replied, "And so it’s my darter you want. Of course it’s Sunshine?" "Certainly, sir," answered Dr. Lacey. "Well, I’m glad on’t. I’ve seen it all along; but I didn’t know but mebby Tempest had come it over you with her pretty face—but devil of a life you’d lead with her." Dr.
"I have hoped on till I am tired on’t, and by spells I have dreams in which it seems like my brother was alive and had come back, and then my old gourd shell of a heart gives a thunderin’ thump, and fetches me up wide awake. I hate dreams mightily, for it takes me an all-fired while to get to sleep all over, and when I do I hate to be waked up by a dream."
"Christopher Columbus! One of my servants!" answered Mr. Middleton. "How Tempest would rar to hear that. Why, she’s my oldest gal." "I beg your pardon," said Stanton. "Not a bit on’t," answered Mr. Middleton. "I don’t wonder you thought so, such an oudun name! Her real name is Julia, but I call her Tempest, ’case that’s jist like her. She’s a regular thunderstorm of lightning, hail and iron slugs.
"But do you not wish to give your daughters every possible advantage?" said Mr. Wilmot. "Who’s said anything about my daughters?" said Mr. Middleton. "It’s nobody but Tempest, and she’s always kickin’ up some boobery. Now if ’twas Sunshine, why, I might—but no, neither of ’em shall go. It’s all stuff, the whole on’t."
The cessation of his brother’s voice awoke him, and rubbing his eyes he said, "Yes, yes, Ashton had the ship fever. I hope he can’t give it now, for I’m mortal feared on’t." Ashton assured him there was no danger, and then, turning to William, said, "Have you ever heard from Inez?" "Yes," said Mr. Middleton.
Middleton’s language and manners, exclaimed, "I’ll tell you what, old boy, Bob’s left a sweetheart in New York, and I fancy she lectured him on intemperance, for you know the women are dead set against it." Mr. Middleton looked first at Raymond, then at Stanton and said, "Well, he knows good sense by not touchin’ on’t, I reckon. Got a sweetheart, hey?
Let me catch him within pistol shot of me, and I’ll pop him over as I would a woodchuck. And if he don’t come back, I’ll go all the way to New Orleans for the sake of doin’ on’t. I’ll larn him to fool with my gal; yes, I will!" Fanny’s fears for Dr.
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