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"She says it won't," he announced, miserably. "I'm awful sorry, Miss Greene, but we'll have to 'sturb you." If Miss Lily Bell had been in the habit of making such demands, the housekeeper would have continued to rebel. As it was, she had grave doubts of the wisdom of establishing such a dangerous precedent as compliance with the absurd request.
Mary Ellen heard her voice uplifted long and urgently, and suspecting the cause, at length went to her door. "What is it, Aunt Lucy?" she asked kindly. "Nothin', mam; I jess rasslin' wit ther throne o' Grace er l'il bit. I don't wan' to 'sturb you-all." "We don't want to disturb you, either, Aunt Lucy," said Mary Ellen gently. "Thass hit, Miss Ma'y Ellen, thass hit!
"That looks like a big house on the hill back of us," said Fronklyn, pointing to the mansion. "Mornin', Mars'rs!" shouted Cuffy, coming from his shanty to meet them. "You done git up; I don't 'sturb you, coz I knowed you was tired out." "We are glad you didn't, and we feel first-rate this morning. Whose house is that on the hill?" asked Deck.
I ain' said nuffin' ter you 'bout it, Mars Dick, fer I did n' wanter 'sturb yo' min'; but I don' like it, suh; no, suh, I don'! Is we gwine back home 'fo' long, Mars Dick?"
John had been intercepted by the porter with his brush, and Barbara, though still conversing, could hear what the negro was saying. "I lef' you to de las', Cap. Seem like you 'ten'in' so close to business an' same time enjoyin' yo'seff so well, I hated to 'sturb thank you, seh!" The train came slowly to a stand. "O no, seh, dis ain't de depot. Depot three miles fu'theh yit, seh.
Early in de mawnin' some er de niggers come along, gwyne to de fields, en dey tuk me en showed me dis place, whah de dogs can't track me on accounts o' de water, en dey brings me truck to eat every night, en tells me how you's a-gitt'n along." "Why didn't you tell my Jack to fetch me here sooner, Jim?" "Well, 'twarn't no use to 'sturb you, Huck, tell we could do sumfn but we's all right now.
En eben now, fifty yeahs sence, long atter ole Dan has died en dried up in de woods, his ha'nt en Mahaly's hangs 'roun' dat piece er low groun', en eve'body w'at goes 'bout dere has some bad luck er 'nuther; fer ha'nts doan lack ter be 'sturb' on dey own stompin'-groun'." The air had darkened while the old man related this harrowing tale.
"Bless Gawd! hyar's Whitefoot's muzzle jes' ez nat'ral an' Me waal, sir! don't I look proud!" he cried suddenly, with a note of such succulent vanity, so finely flavored a pride, that the stranger could but laugh at the zest of his triumph. "Do you see the witch-face?" he demanded. "Hesh! hesh!" cried the mountaineer hilariously. "Don't 'sturb me 'bout yer witch-face.
"There he is," she whispered triumphantly, and pushing the door further ajar, she stepped across the threshold. "Oh, we mustn't 'sturb him!" protested Allee, holding back; but Peace serenely assured her, "I ain't going to touch him. I'm just going to stay till he wakes up. Are you coming?" Allee, followed, still a little reluctant, and the door closed noiselessly behind them.
He asked fust fer Marse Harry, an' when I done tol' him he warn't home you was 'sleep upstairs, Marse Harry, but I warn't gwineter 'sturb ye he say he come back dis mawnin'." "Well, but what does he want?" asked Harry, dropping a lump of sugar in his cup.
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