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I think I shall have some cornbread and coffee, and so will Mrs. Fairfax." "I doan think you quite understand me, sah," averred Uncle Noah, "an' sah, I 'spects yoh dyspepsia ain't so bad dis mornin'. We has foh breakfast, sah, grapefruit, cereal wif cream, quail on toast, fried oysters er oatmeal, fried chicken, hot muffins, co'nbread an' coffee!" There was no mistaking the emphasis this time.
But I don't 'spects I'll find nobody in heben that'll be more reel comfort to me dan you chillen." "Oh Aunt Matilda!" cried Kate. "Why, you'll meet all your friends and relations that you talk so much about and who died so long ago." "Well," said Aunt Matilda, very deliberately, "perhaps I shall, and perhaps I sha'n't; dere's no tellin'. But dere ain't no mistakin' 'bout you chillen."
"No indeedy, I don't!" cried Eradicate. "Yo'-all will hab t' scuse me, Massa Tom. I think I'll be goin' now." "What's your hurry?" asked Ned, as he saw the colored man hastily preparing to leave the improvised gallery. "I spects I'd better fro' down some mo' straw fo' a bed fo' my mule Boomerang!" exclaimed Eradicate, as he hastily slid out of the door, and shut it after him.
The question would then be asked, "Do you promise to support the Constitution of the United States?" to which they would usually respond, "I 'spects I does, massa." The order would then be given, attention! one, two, three, go; and he would go.
"Yes, or I shouldn't go. But I can't have much comfort if I don't have my meals right, for I can't cook very well, and as for Jack and Mark " "Hu! Dem boys can't cook wuff a cent. Is dey gwine t' go 'long?" "We sure are," answered Jack. "Hu! Den I 'spects I'se got t' go," said the colored man, scratching his head in perplexity.
On the following Sunday the funeral was held with all the ceremony and display dear to the African heart, but "Sis Cynthia, Mammy Lucy and Jerome were too occupied with domestic duties to attend." "I holds masef clar 'bove sich goin's-on," was Mammy's dictum. "When I dies, I 'spects ter be bur'rid quiet an' dignumfied by ma MISTISS, an' no sich crazy goin's on as dem yonder."
"I 'spects so, Miss Rosie; dat's all Massa Dinsmore say." "Oh, Lu, I'm sorry for you!" whispered Evelyn, catching Lulu's hand and pressing it affectionately in hers. "You're very kind, but I'm not afraid," Lulu answered, drawing herself up with dignity; then she hurried to the library, not giving herself time to think what might be in store for her there.
There'll be a message for you, Julius. There always is." Julius's smile was as bland as sunshine. "Yaas, Miss Lucy. I 'spects dar'll be some excommunication fer me. Marse Fauquier sho' do favour Old Marster in dat. He don' never forgit! 'Pears ter me he'd better come home all dis heah congratulatin' backwards an' forwards wid gunpowder over de kintry! Gunpowder gwine burn ef folk git reckless!"
"Now, don't talk in that way," said Harry; "why, marm Juno, you and Clump will live to dance at my wedding; see if you don't; and now, Juno, just give us a kettle of hot water, will you, to rinse out these gun-barrels with." When the guns were washed, dried, and rubbed off with oil, I said to Clump, "Have you got any bullets or buckshot?" "Don't know, Massa Bob 'spects so, en my ole tool-box."
Topsy came up; her round, hard eyes glittering and blinking with a mixture of apprehensiveness and their usual odd drollery. "What makes you behave so?" said St. Clare, who could not help being amused with the child's expression. "Spects it's my wicked heart," said Topsy, demurely; "Miss Feely says so." "Don't you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you?
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