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"Well, my dears, we must make the best of matters, we can't help it now." "Oh! I daresay it'll be capital fun," exclaims Alice; "I shall like to see Mark doing the polite to `Old Tanky, as he calls him." "Come, Miss Pert, you must mind your behaviour," says Florence; "remember, Mr Tankardew is a gentleman and an old man."
I threw the fellow half a pictareen, as much for the amusement he had offered me as to get rid of him. "Tanky, massa; now man-of-war man, here de tick for you again to keep off all de dam niggers." So saying, he handed the stick to Swinburne, made a polite bow, and departed.
'Take me in yours, I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I looked at Cynthia. Her expression had not changed. Then I looked at Tanky Gifford, and I understood. I had seen that stuffed-fish look on his face before on the occasion when I had been introduced to him at the Empire. 'If you and Mr Gifford will take my cab, I said to Mrs Drassilis, 'we will follow. Mrs Drassilis blocked the motion.
Now, whether the man was shamming, or whether it was real tic tic, or epileptic fit, I know not; but I never heard of such a cure for it before. I threw the fellow half a pictareen, as much for the amusement he had afforded me as to get rid of him. "Tanky, massa; now man-of-war man, here de tick for you again to keep off all the dam niggers."
"Eh! what dat? say dat again, sar," replied the woman. "Chrononhotonthologus." "Eh! dat real fine name for piccaninny," cried the woman, with delight in her countenance. "Many tanky, sar. Chroton-polygarse." "No, no," replied Newton, laughing; "Chrononho-tonthologus." "Es, hab now Hoten-tolyglass." "No, that's only part. Chronon-hoton-thologus." "I see very fine name Proton-choton-polly-glass."
"Tanky, Massa Rattlin, dear, tanky; you make me very happy; but, for true, no. Were you older more fifteen year, or me more fifteen year younger, perhaps but tank ye much for de comblement. Now go, and tell buckra doctor."
Tanky, startled at his sudden loneliness, seemed by his expression to be endeavouring to bring his mind to bear on the matter. A couple making for the door cut us off from him, and following them, we passed out. Neither of us spoke till we had reached the little room where I had meditated. She sat down. She was looking pale and tired. 'Oh, dear! she said. I understood.
"Mornin', sah." "I'm sorter up an' about," responded Uncle Remus, carelessly and calmly. "How is you stannin' it?" "Tanky you, my helt' mos' so-so. He mo' hot dun in de mountain. Seem so lak man mus' git need*1 de shade. I enty fer see no rice-bud in dis pa'ts." "In dis w'ich?" inquired Uncle with a sudden affectation of interest. "In dis pa'ts. In dis country. Da plenty in Sawanny."
Cynthia, a statue in black, was dancing with Tanky Gifford. They were opposite me when the music stopped, and she caught sight of me over his shoulder. She disengaged herself and moved quickly towards me. 'Take me away, she said under her breath. 'Anywhere. Quick. It was no time to consider the etiquette of the ballroom.
"What do you think of Chrononhotonthologus?" said Newton to the woman. "Eh! what dat? say that again, sar," replied the woman. "Chrononhotonthologus." "Eh! dat real fine name for piccaninny," cried the woman, with delight in her countenance. "Many tanky, sar. Chroton polygarse." "No, no," replied Newton, laughing; "Chrononhotonthologus." "Es, hab um now Hoton tolyglass." "No, that's only part.
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