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A black stranger in Baker County, Georgia, for instance, is liable to be stopped anywhere on the public highway and made to state his business to the satisfaction of any white interrogator. If he fails to give a suitable answer, or seems too independent or "sassy," he may be arrested or summarily driven away.
Course, I did have a li'l' trouble makin' some o' them frogs understand, but that was because they was so ignorant they didn't know their own language when they heard it spoke right. Anyways, ye got to admit Hozy's still with us and sassy as ever, and he wouldn't been if Timmy Ryan hadn't been round to powwow for him." "You have it right, señor," José agreed, gravely.
For the biggest brother had said very emphatically that the only way to make a chicken lay is to drive her up a hill. Sassy did not pay any attention to the apron, but shook her wattles crossly, "k-r-r-red," and held her head so that one white ear lobe lay questioningly uppermost. "Now you go up," commanded the little girl; "go right straight up, or I'll just give it to you.
"Who are you working for, and what's your object in throwing sheep on Flying U land? There's plenty of range to the north." "I'm workin'," said the herder, "for the Dot outfit. I thought you could read brands." "Don't get sassy I've got a punch or two I haven't used yet. Who owns these woollies?" "Well Whittaker and Oleson, if yuh want to know." "I do."
Nary a callous, an' yet he bowls the big one round the deck like he was a liner being pierced by a sassy tug. An' what gets me is, he knows every bolt from stem to stern, sir, an' an all-round good sailor int' th' bargain; an' it don' take me more'n twelve hours t' find that out. Well, I'm off t' th' bridge. Good day, ladies." When he was out of earshot the admiral roared.
Tell him it's half-past nine if it's a minute, an' them old fowls what we're killin' off first is ruther tough. I ought to have her in the pot right now, an' there she ain't caught yet, runnin' 'round the hen-yard at loose ends, an' I'll try to catch her an' that'll help, an My suz! if that boy ain't half 'crost the pastur' an' me not done talkin' to him. The sassy thing!
"Did you pipe the sassy half-sheets Mr. McManus got out for the Friar Festival? Ain't they just too pretty for words? Do you know who that guy reading the Friar song down in the corner is? Don't breathe a word and I'll tell you. It's Phil Mindel. Honest it is. George sketched it from life one night over at the Booze Arts.
The actual fact is she is only "sassy." The fine flaring up of youth has tended to set sex rampant, but she is not "immoral" save in her mind. She has caution to the verge of cowardice, and so she is sans reproche. In public she pretends to be dainty; but alone, or with those for whose good opinion she does not care, she is gross, coarse and sensual in every feature of her life.
I reckon I was only thet long-legged, red-headed galoot from Texas. Anyhow, I was made to understand it might get hot sudden-like if I didn't clear out. I left it to the girl. An' some of them girls is full of hell. Ruby jest stood there scornful an' sassy, with her haid leanin' to one side, her eyes half-shut, an' a little smile on her face. I'd call her more 'n hell. A nice girl gone wrong.
At this Wade laughed, and Columbine followed suit. "Well, you look a little sassy to-day, which I take is a good sign," said Wade. "I've got some news that will come near to makin' you well." "Oh, tell it quick!" she cried. "Wils won't lose his leg. It's gettin' well. An' there was a letter from his father, forgivin' him for somethin' he never told me."
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