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"What's that word you sent her by my boy, Sat'day night?" "That she was a smart girl, and would be sure to get on if she was good or words to that effect. I trust there was no offence in that, Mr. Morrison?" Morrison surrendered, himself to another season of cogitation, in which he probably found his vagueness growing upon him.
"Sometimes we worked on Sat'day a'ternoon, owin' to de crops; but women all knocked off on Sat'day a'ternoon. On Sat'day night, we mos'ly had fun, playin' an drinking whiskey an' beer no time to fool 'roun' in de week time. "Some went to chu'ch an' some went fishin' on Sunday. On Chris'mas we had a time all kinds eatin' wimmen got new dresses men tobacco had stuff to las' 'til Summer.
Stone, the Van Allen has been in this house more times than you'd think for. Yes, sir, she has." "How do you know?" "Lots o' ways. Frinst' on Sat'day, I noticed a clean squarish place in the dust on a table in the lady's bedroom, an' it's where a book was. That book disappeared durin' Friday night.
Bible says for us to work six days a week, and if he ever had any spare time before Sat'day night, he figured he must have forgot somethin'. Business well, he called advertisin' a rich man's luxury, and said an audit was an insult to his partners. Said he'd welcome a sheriff sooner'n he would an expert accountant and in the long run, that's exactly what he did.
"I got a rush demand for my cream puffs every Sat'day, an' I ain't been makin' 'em sole-because I hate to run after the milk an' set it. An' I was goin' to get out o' this by givin' fifty cents out o' the bakery till. An' me with my hands full o' cream puffs...." "Hens hens is what mine is," Libbie Liberty was saying. "My grief, I got both hands full o' hens.
'Ows'ever, when 'e woke up 'e broke the door open, an' walked out, an' nobody tried to stop 'im not a soul, Peter." "And when was all this?" "Why, that's the very p'int," chuckled the Ancient, "that's the wonnerful part of it, Peter. It all 'appened on Sat'day night, day afore yesterday as ever was the very same day as I says to Simon, 'mark my words, 'e won't last the month out."
Sometimes a dusky swain caught some dusky maid around the waist and swung her merrily; and all promised themselves "jes' sech a dance in the big cabin, nex' Sat'day night, with Marse Bushrod Hinkson's Jake fur fiddler." Soon after coming to the neighborhood, Abner Dudley, heeding the advice of Mason Rogers, had gone to see the tract of land lying on Hinkson's Creek.
You was all th' one I had then, 'n' yer pappy was erway from home all th' week, 'cept from Sat'day evenin' tell 'fore day Monday monrin'. Melindy White staid wi' me; she was Zekle's great-aunt, 'n' er ole maid, 'n' people did say she was monst'ous cross 'n' crabbed, but she warn't never cross ter me. I mind me of er Sat'day, 'n' I'd be spectin' of yer pappy home.
"Course not, course not. Nor about bustin' into the Ellis place last Sat'day night?" "No, nor about that either." "Course not!" The men who were holding Ed Mason had been seized with the idea of searching him. So they made Ed turn out his pockets in the hope of finding some stolen goods.
Can't you wait till Saturday, Dotty?" "O, my suz, Prudy Parlin! When I get to be a great sister to you, I won't treat you so. I want to get my letters all smooth done to-day, don't want to wait till Sat'day." At any other time Prudy would have been gratified to see Dotty show so much eagerness. "Be kind to thy sister," hummed the gentle little teacher. "Yes, I will.
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