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"He's a bery pleasant man, de elder," said she; "bery pleasant." "Dey say he wants a wife," observed Dolf. "Do dey! Mebby he do; anyway he hain't told me dat." "But he will, Clorindy, he will!" "Tain't no ways likely; don' 'spec I shall knows much bout it!" "Oh, yes, yer will," insisted Dolf.
Finally George says: "I'se 'spec' mah jedgment des about de same as Marse WILLyum's an' Miss LUCY's. I'se notice hit mos' ingin'lly am de same." "That can't be, George," says I, "fur they think different ways." "Den if DAT am de case," says George, "dey ain't NO ONE kin settle hit twell hit settles hitse'f. "I'se mos' ingin'lly notice a thing DO settle hitse'f arter a while.
"Well, then, Mancy, I'll tell you what: you make us a nice pot of chocolate, and fix us some thin bread and butter, and cut up some of the fruit cake to put with those little fancy cakes; won't that do?" "Yas'm, I spec' so; but it's a mighty slim layout, 'specially for dem hearty young chaps. But you go 'long, honey, I'll fix it somehow."
'Spec he whah he oughtn't ter be." Mr. Colfax spied the stooping figure of Eliphalet. "Do you work here?" he demanded. "I callate." "What?" "I callate to," responded Mr. Hopper again, without rising. "Please find Mr. Hood," directed Mr. Colfax, with a wave of his cane, "and say that Miss Carvel is here "
Ham, being present, concluded that it was about his time to say a word, so he inquired of the General about Martha. The General told him that she was well, and sent love to him, and said she prayed for his safety. "Ham laughed and said: 'I's not killed yet, but I 'spec' I will be some day; for de nex' time I's gwine right into de fight, so I is.
"Barrington says that the best spec he knows out, for a younger son, would be to go to Prague for the former wife, and bring her back with evidence of the marriage. The poor little woman could not fail of being grateful to the hero who would liberate her." "Dear, dear, dear!" said the duke. "And the diamonds never turned up after all.
Bluff-bowed old wave-punchers like the SPEC, the LADY ALICIA and the E. K. BATESON plunged their clumsy hulls into the rolling swell of the mid-Pacific, carrying their "trade" of knives, axes, guns, bad rum, and good tobacco, instead of, as now, white umbrellas, paper boots and shoes, German sewing-machines and fancy prints "zephyrs," the smartly-dressed paper-collared supercargo of to-day calls them, as he submits a card of patterns to Emilia, the native teacher's wife, who, as the greatest Lady in the Land, must have first choice.
Archie did not forget the Spec.; he put in an appearance there at the due time, and, before the evening was over, had dealt a memorable shock to his companions. It chanced he was the president of the night. He sat in the same room where the Society still meets only the portraits were not there: the men who afterwards sat for them were then but beginning their careers.
The owner of the saw-mill signed twenty pounds as his subscription towards it, and paid it in boards the carpenters who did the work received from the subscribers pork and flour for their pay and our neighbour, the embarrassed lumber-man, who was still wooden-headed enough to like anything of a timber spec, got out the frame by contract, himself giving most generously five pounds worth of work towards it.
"Reckon ole miss didn't spec' you quite so soon, Mahs' Junius, cos de sorrel hoss is pow'ful slow, and Uncle Isham is mighty keerful ob rocks in de road. Reckon she's done gone ober to see ole Aun' Patsy, who's gwine to die in two or free days, to take her some red an' yaller pieces for a crazy quilt. I know she's got some pieces fur her." "Aunt Patsy alive yet?" exclaimed Master Junius.
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