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Estralla leaned close to her "true fr'en'" and whispered: "I was a- t'inkin' 'bout my breakin' of de pitcher, an' a-spillin' de hot water, Missy Sylvia. You took my part den, Missy, an' you'se allers taken my part. My mammy say she bress de Lord dat you came to Charleston." Sylvia smiled back at the little colored girl.
"Well, sir, it looks to me as how he bes figgerin' to keep ye in Chance Along till June. He bes t'inkin' as how the young lady may blow 'round to his own idee," replied Bill. "And what is his idea?" "As how he bes a better man nor ye be." "But why does he figure to keep me until June? Why not until July, or August or next Christmas?" "Well, sir, ye see it bes this way wid him.
It's 'xtroarnar good lookin', a'most as much good lookin' as yousself, so you got no occashin to be always t'inkin' about it." We may remark here that both Tomeo and Buttchee understood a little of Ebony's English, though they could not speak a word. The reader will understand, therefore, that when we put words in their mouths we only give a free translation of their language.
Dey had a scrap, each t'inkin' de odder guy was after de jools, an' not knowin' dey was bot' sleut's, an' now one of dem's bin an' taken de odder off, an'" there were tears of innocent joy in Spike's eyes "an' locked him into de coal-cellar." "What on earth do you mean?" Spike giggled helplessly. "Listen, boss. It's dis way. Gee! It beat de band!
I am t'inkin' of de lonely life in de woods, wif no nice young men to look at yer pretty face, lubly eyes, an' beau'ful hair. An' ye'll hab no chance to wear fine clothes an' be admired." "Mammy." There was a note in the girl's voice which caused the colored woman to glance quickly up. "What is it, chile?" "I want to tell you something, Mammy.
"What's amusing you so much?" "I done been t'inkin' ob 'way back dar befo' de wah yas-sir. I done been t'inkin' ob das Christmas goose he! he! he! das de funniest t'ing " "Oh, tell us about it, Uncle Rufus!" cried Ruth. "Do tell us," added Agnes, "for we're not a bit sleepy yet." "Make room for Uncle Rufus' armchair," commanded Ruth. "Come, Uncle Rufus: we're ready."
Well, I talked with him, an' all I got to say is this: keep Courteau away from him or there's one Count you'll lose count of. The boy's got pizen in him, an' I don't blame him none. If I was him I'd make that Frog hop. You hear me." 'Poleon met Rouletta's worried glance with a reassuring smile. "I been t'inkin' 'bout dat, too. W'at you say I go pardners wit' him, eh?
Dar was a right smart sprinklin' ob niggers on de groun's, mos' ob dem hangin' roun' de 'freshment-stan's, an' I walked roun' 'mongst 'em kinder careless, zif I wasn't t'inkin' ob nuffin' pertik'lar, when I see standin' right in front ob me a little one-eyed gal dat 'minded me mightily ob Vina's George.
"Why, sir, this country bes strange to me, but I's t'inkin' Nap Harbor wouldn't be more'n ten mile to the south, fair along the coast. Bes I right, Pete?" "Aye, skipper, I be t'inkin' the same. Nap Harbor lays to the south, maybe ten mile along, maybe less," replied Peter Nolan, a cousin of the skipper's.
"You t'inkin' 'bout marry on some feller, eh?" said the other, with an odd grin. "Wal! w'y not? He'll be here all day an' night. S'pose you do it. Mos' anybody w'at ain' got some wife already will be glad for marry on you an' mebbe some feller w'at has got wife, too! If you don' lak' dem, an' if you're goin' marry on SOMEBODY, you can be wife to me." Necia laughed lightly.
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