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A' the world's fules and how should auld Edie Ochiltree be aye wise? And for the evil let them wha deal wi' Dousterswivel tell whether he gat a grain mair than his deserts." "That may be true, Edie, and yet," said Miss Wardour, "you may have been very wrong." "Weel, weel, we'se no dispute that e'ennow it's about yoursell I'm gaun to speak. Div ye ken what's hanging ower the house of Knockwinnock?"
"It's agin the law for us to have meetin's anyhow 'cept we get leave, and say what house it shall be, and who's a comin', and what we'se a comin' for. And it's no use asking Mr. Edwards, 'cause he don't see no reason why black folks should have meetin's." "Did Darry have a prayer-meeting without leave?" I asked.
A stranger watching it might have wondered, indeed, whether it could smile with any fulness or spontaneity. "But you don't see any good in grumbling is that it?" "Noa we'se not git ony profit that gate, I reckon," said the old man, laying his scraper to the mud once more. "Well, good-night to you. I'm expecting my sister to-night, you know, my sister Mrs. Fountain, and her stepdaughter."
"Save her, for God's sake! save her from those people!" exclaimed Jeanie to Archibald. "She is mad, but quite innocent; she is mad, gentlemen," said Archibald; "do not use her ill, take her before the Mayor." "Ay, ay, we'se hae care enow on her," answered one of the fellows; "gang thou thy gate, man, and mind thine own matters."
Why, he 'ud noan be wick now if it hadn't ha' been for me. Theer, my boy, howd up! Theer, we'se tuck in thy wing for thee, and cover thee up warm an' gradely 'tisn't everybody as 'ud be dressin' up a gander i' their own clooes. Do you know what 'ud do this 'ere bird rale good? Just a drop o' sperrits to warm his in'ards for him that's what he wants.
"I've ben thinkin', friens," she said, "that we don't get the sweetness of them words inter our hearts ez we should. We'se too much taken up wid de thought of de heavenly manshuns to 'member dat de King's chillen hez an inheritance on de earth. We'se not poor, lonesome people widout a home!
"And Ay'se marked doon three woodcock two more beside yon big un, that measter Draa made siccan a bungle of and all t' quail every feather on um doon t' bog meadow yonner ooh! but we'se mak grand sport o't!" interposed Tim, now busily employed stringing bird after bird up by the head, with loops and buttons in the game-bag! "Well done then, all!" said Harry.
"We'se gwine ter do better'n de hoss. If mas'r'll 'zamine his saddle- bags, reckon he'll fine dat Missy Rita hain't de leddy to sen' us off on a hunt widout a bite of suthin' good. She sez, sez she to me, in kind o' whisper like, 'Mas'r Graham'll fine suthin' you'll like, Huey;" and the boy eyed the saddle-bags like a young wolf.
"Boy," said Zenie, and with growing decision, "but hit ain' him I come to see you-all about. No'm. Thank you jes' as much. I jes' aim to tell you I ain' take in no mo' wash. No'm. Zeke he don' want me to take in no mo' wash. No'm." "Zeke!" Miss Susie's snort was very ladylike. "Zeke! and what has Zeke to do with what you want to do?" "We'se ma'ied, ain' we, Mis' Susie?"
"We'se gib our sogerin' to de Guv'ment, Gunnel," they said, "but we won't 'spise ourselves so much for take de seben dollar." They even made a contemptuous ballad, of which I once caught a snatch. "Ten dollar a month! Tree ob dat for clothin'l Go to Washington Fight for Linkum's darter!" This "Lincoln's daughter" stood for the Goddess of Liberty, it would seem.
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