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"'Clar, Miss Daisy, do don't leave me behind! I could take washin' and do all Miss Daisy's things up right smart don't believe they knows how to do things up there! I'll come to no good if I don't go with Miss Daisy, sure." "You can be good here as well as anywhere, Margaret," I said. "Miss Daisy don' know.
My father he got fightin' mad when he was drunk, and pitched me down two flights of 'em, and my back was most clean broke in two, so I couldn't git out o' bed forever, till just now." "Why, poor child, who took care of you?" "Mother she minded me when she warn't out washin'." "And did she send you here to-day?" "Well! however could she, bein' as how she's dead? I s'posed you knowed that.
"When de war was over my mammy an' pappy an' us five chillun travelled here to Port Gibson to live. My mammy hired out for washin'. I don't know zackly what my pappy done. "Lincoln was de man dat sot us free. I don't recollec' much 'bout 'im 'ceptin' what I hear'd in de Big House 'bout Lincoln doin' dis an' Lincoln doin' dat. "Lawdy! I sho' was happy when I was a slave.
"I calc'lated to rub out a few things this mornin'," continued Mrs. Sproul, "but somehow I don't feel like settlin' down to washin' or anythin'; an' the baby's cross, bein' all broke out with the heat. I wonder what's become of M'lissy."
Hab wuk'd all mah life seem ter me. At one time I wuz a chambermaid at de Nicholson House now de Tulane en later 'kum a sick nuss, a seamstress, dressmaker but now I pieces en sells bed quilts. I does mah own housekeepin' en washin'." "I don't member now, very much 'bout de Ku Klux Klan.
So, if our front is shut off, and they're hot on our trail, we shut everything after us as we go, and then open this neat little steel trapdoor, and find ourselves smellin' fresh air and five lines full of washin' from that Dago tenement just above us!" "And why are you showing me all this?" demanded Frank.
And missus say, she can't trust the bloaters about here bein' Yarmouth, but there's a soft roe in one she've squeezed; and am I to stop a water-cress woman, when the last one sold you them, and all the leaves jellied behind 'em, so as no washin' could save you from swallowin' some, missus say?" Sir Purcell rolled over on his side.
"Ajax, yer talkin' through yer hat. What do you know of wimmenfolk? Not a derned thing. They're great at pretendin'. I dessay you, bein' a bachelor, think that my Lily kind o' wallers in washin' my ole duds, an' cookin' the beans and bacon when the thermometer's up to a hundred in the shade, and doin' chores around the hog pens an' chicken yards? Wal she don't.
"She really does like him; but she does the washin' fer the Camp, an' helps with the dishes, an' sews when she kin git a job at it. But there ain't none of 'em reg'lar, an' sometimes there ain't more'n enough fer us two t' live on. Then she gits pretty tired an' discouraged like, an' says Baldy's a useless expense, an' keeps me from doin' my chores, 'cause I like t' play with him, an' "
Larne is out, sir; Miss Phyllis is at home." His heart leaped. "Oh-h! I'm sorry. I wonder if she'd see me?" The little maid answered "I think she's been washin' 'er'air, sir, but it may be dry be now. I'll see." Bob Pillin stood stock still beneath the young woman on the wall. He could scarcely breathe. If her hair were not dry how awful! Suddenly he heard floating down a clear but smothered "Oh!
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