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Then agin he sorter looks like thet kind ov a feller ter me he wudn't do no runnin' hisself, but I reckon he'd take keer o' his folks. Whut's this yere under the bench? hell, a letter." He held it up to the light, in an effort to decipher the description.
Mammy Peggy took the brown head in her lap and let her big hands wander softly over the girl's pale face. "Sh, sh," she said as if she were soothing a baby, "don't go on lak dat. W'y whut's de mattah wid you, Miss Mime? 'Pears lak you done los' all yo' spe'it. Whut you reckon yo' pappy 'u'd t'ink ef he could see you ca'in' on dis away?
This was Elijah, burning his early speed, jack-rabbiting ten lengths in front of his field, but beginning to notice his exertions and feel the swift pace. "'Lijah," remarked little Mose, looking back over his shoulder, "if eveh you finds a race track whut's got a short home stretch in it, you'll be 'notheh Roseben. Sutny will. On'iest trouble 'ith you, 'Lijah, 'em stretches built too long faw you.
Two voices talking, interrupting each other with ejaculations, after the fashion of negroes under excitement, aroused Peter Siner from his sleep. He caught the words: "He did! Tump did! The jailer did! 'Fo' God! black man, whut's Cissie doin'?" Overtones of shock, even of horror, in the two voices brought Peter wide awake the moment he opened his eyes.
"Then I advise you to be more careful," cautioned the Hon. Samuel sharply. "Feller-citizens," said Uncle Josh, "if he ain't a corporation lawyer who is this man? Where did he come from? I have been born and raised among you. You all know me do you know him? Whut's he a-doin' now?
"In the settin'-room, marstah." "Then send Miss Betsy to me there. Put down that broom, and go at once move quickly, nigger!" With a grim look he went into the sitting-room, where his wife was dawdling over her tambour frame; and Polly sped up the stairs. In the upper hall she encountered Aunt Dilsey. "Whut's the mattah, gal?" asked the old negress.
"Dat's whut I will, Massa Tom. Golly! ef dat no 'count giant was heah now he'd see he ain't de only one whut's got muscle. I'll pull good an' hard, Massa Tom." "Yes, that's what I want you to. Now I guess we're all ready. Can you see, Dad and Ned and Mr. Damon?" "Yes," they answered.
"I claim that old man's not fittin' to be runnin' a court any longer," he stated bitterly. "He's too old and peevish that's what ails him! For one, I'm certainly not never goin' to vote fur him again. Why, it's gettin' to be ez much ez a man's life is worth to stop that there spiteful old crank in the street and put a civil question to him that's whut's the matter!"
Perhaps he feared that he, too, might slip down that black, dark hole which led into the coal bin of Dorothy's house. Then as Mirabell and Arnold stood, looking with wide-opened eyes at the place where they had last seen the Lamb, the man on the wagon threw another shovelful of coal down the hole. "Wait a minute! Stop! Oh, please stop!" begged Mirabell. "Whut's dat?
Hale, looking at her glowing face and eyes and her perfect little body, imagined that she would never know unless told that she had one, and so he waved one hand vaguely at his chest: "It's an organ and that herb is supposed to be good for it." "Organ? Whut's that?" "Oh, something inside of you." June made the same gesture that Hale had. "Me?" "Yes," and then helplessly, "but not there exactly."
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