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Your Aunt Eunice though she ain't your real aunt at all, only third cousin once removed she was promised to Schuyler Sturtevant, Madam's husband's brother, but he was killed out on a fox-hunt, an' she ain't never married nobody sence. That's one why she an' Madam are such good friends, most like sisters; as they would have been hadn't things turned out different. But there, my suz!
Come with me, Squire, I saw the pair goin' into the barn a little spell ago, an' I hain't seen 'em come out. Katy, she don't know you an' so ain't afraid of ye. She ain't afraid of anything I've seen yet; but Monty Hm-m. I can leave Monty to you to deal with. My suz! If this ain't been the greatest day that ever I saw!"
An' if Squire Pettijohn is mean enough an' onfeelin' enough to treat him like he vowed he would ary tramp, 'even his own son, I guess we can let the Lord 'tend to him. He wouldn't know another day's peace, not if he's human; 'cause once that mis'able creatur', no matter what he is now, was a baby a baby in arms. But my suz, Eunice! I've just figured it out! How can the Squire 'rest anybody?
"But, my Land!" she would say, at each of his failures, "if you only could do it the way Mr. Murphy did and then he'd talk so plain and natural, too, just like he was associating with a body in their own parlour and so pathetic it made a body simply bawl. My suz! how I did love to set and hear that man tell what a sot he'd been!"
"No," replied the little one, shaking her head. "I don't love my home, 'cause I live there; I don't love nothin'. O, hum, suz!" Then Dotty wandered into the nursery, and stood all alone, leaning against the lounge. "I shouldn't think my mother'd let me be so cross," mused she.
You are a darling little girl not to tease for things you ought not to have." "I believe," she went on, looking at patient little Prudy, as she drained the bowl, "I should like to give such a good child a pretty present." "O, dear me suz!" screamed Prudy, "I'm glad I didn't go to heaven yet. Will it be a little wee doll that can live in a thimble? made out of sugar?"
There must be quick speech especially as to Nancy's face which seemed strangely unfamiliar, set, suppressed, breathless, unaccountably young and there had to be the splendid announcement of another matter. "Why, child, is it you or your ghost?" Nancy could only nod her head. "My suz! what ails the child?" Here the other managed a shake of the head and a made smile.
I'm sure more dust comes in at that window than goes out." Then: "Well, I don't see but what we're as good as anybody else; I don't see but what we are as well worth taking pains for." She ran her cloth resentfully between the arms of Faith and the arms of the cross. "Oh, dear me suz!" cried Jane; "are you trying to get the poor woman both ways?
She opened its door to show her husband, but all at once straightened up, exclaiming, "Well, dear me suz did you ever see anything like that?" The cubby under the sink was abominably dirty. Vandover had altogether forgotten it. The little burnisher himself bent down and peered in. "Oh, that'll never do!" he cried. "Has that man gone home yet? He mustn't; he's got to clean this out first!"
But there's plenty of houses right on the street here where you can get day-board from four dollars a week up." "Oh, dear!" sighed Marcia; "and that would make it twelve dollars!" "Why, the dear suz, child!" exclaimed the landlady, "you didn't expect to get it for less?" "We must," said Marcia. "Then you'll have to go to a mechanics' boardin'-house."
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