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Tharfore I plays the hand. "'Which the same bein' eminent satisfactory, says Dave Tutt, risin', as if he thinks of somethin' speshul, 'I now inquires whether this yere is held decisive of them bets I makes with Boggs. I holdin', meanwhile, contrary views emphatic. "'This bein' a question of priv'lege, says Enright, 'the chair will answer it.
"Look a-here, gal," said Mammy Jane sternly, "I wants you ter understan' dat you got ter take good keer er dis chile; fer I nussed his mammy dere, an' his gran'mammy befo' 'im, an' you is got a priv'lege dat mos' lackly you don' 'preciate. I wants you to 'member, in yo' incomin's an' outgoin's, dat I got my eye on you, an' am gwine ter see dat you does yo' wo'k right."
"Mebbe it's to make 'em love de priv'lege mo'." "But what keeps them away, Maria? what hinders?" "Chile, de Lord hab His angels, and de devil he hab his ministers; and dey takes all sorts o' shapes, de angels and de ministers too. I reckon dere's some work o'dat sort goin'on." Maria spoke in a sort of sententious wisdom which did not satisfy me at all. I thought there was something behind.
Only twenty-five cen's fo' de priv'lege o' takin' a pull at dis yer goose, warranted a tasty goose! One-half dis sum o' money goes to de gen'leman who succeeds in re-movin' de haid from dis fowl, an' also de goose hitself, which sho' do look lak good eatin'!"
It is rather late in the day to ask for permission when you and your store clothes are all ready for a start." "'Scuse me, Mass Hildreff," with another deprecating wave of the palm-leaf hat, "but yer see I knowed yer wouldn't dissapint me of de priv'lege uv goin' ter camp-meetin' nohow."
"Mebbe it's to make 'em love de priv'lege mo'." "But what keeps them away, Maria? what hinders?" "Chile, de Lord hab His angels, and de debil he hab his ministers; and dey takes all sorts o' shapes, de angels and de ministers too. I reckon dere's some work o' dat sort goin' on." Maria spoke in a sort of sententious wisdom which did not satisfy me at all. I thought there was something behind.
I'm sho' eve'body in dis neighbo'hood 'preciates de priv'lege er havin' you in ou' mids'." Though slightly embarrassing to the teacher, these public demonstrations were endurable so long as they could be regarded as mere official appreciation of her work.
Clo grew radiant with delight, but she worked away resolutely, only observing: "Victy, dar's a leetle cranberry tart I jis' tuk out ob de oben it's on de kitchen table I 'spect we might as well eat it, cause 'taint big enough to go on de table." "I'll fotch it," cried Dolf; "to sarve de fair is my priv'lege."
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