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Molly put the coffee pot down by the ice water, dropped the dish towel into the wood box and allowed herself to be kissed, laughing gayly at the old darkey's expression of amusement. "Oh, yes, wife, wife, wife! That's all one er these here green husbands kin say. But I see right here ef I is comp'ny done come to spen' de day, I'd bes' put on a ap'on and git ter wuck.
"I've told and told you about using any tainted or impure foods that the white people can't eat." "Well, whut ef you is?" "If it's too bad for them, it's too bad for you!" Caroline made a careless gesture. "Good Lawd, boy! I don' 'speck to eat whut's good fuh me! All I says is, 'Grub, keep me alive. Ef you do dat, you done a good day's wuck."
At this moment, George espied Uncle Sheba, who certainly appeared, in the general craze, to have a sense of his besetting sin; for he was yelling at the top of his lungs, "I'se gwine ter wuck in de mawnin'." Suddenly there burst through the crowd an apparition before which he quailed; his jaw dropped and his howl degenerated into a groan.
He seed de Lord er makin' folks, an' he 'lowed he'd make him some; so he got up his dut and his water, an' all his 'grejunces, an' he went ter wuck; an' wedder he cooked him too long, ur wedder he put in too much red clay fur de water wat he had, wy, I ain't nuber hyeard; but den I known de deb'l made 'im, caze I allers hyearn so; an', mo'n dat, I done seed 'em fo' now, an' dey got mighty dev'lish ways.
"Nay, we'll stop and try to put things right." "Shall I lend you a couple of men?" "Nay, we'll wuck it oot oursens, and thank you all hearty for what you've done. If your farm gets alight, neighbour, we'll come over as you have to us."
It means," he said triumphantly, "that Cap'n Tom's gwinter have the chance he's been entitled to all these years an' that means that God'll begin to unravel the tangle that man in his meanness has wound up. It means, Tabitha, that you'll not have to wuck anymo' yo'self no mo', as long as you live "
Aun' Sheba, we haven't got a blessed thing ready to put in your basket." "Many han's make light wuck," said the old woman sententiously. "I come yere arly dis mawnin' to gib Missy Mara a lif' kase she's been lookin' po'ly an' I hab her on my min' anxious-like. But now, wid a larfin', sunshiny little ting like you aroun', Missy Ella, she'll soon be as peart as a cricket.
The war has changed all the old order of things. We havn't got any mo' slaves." "We," repeated Conway, and he looked at the man and laughed. Jud flushed even through his sallow skin: "Wal, that's all right," he added. "Listen to me, now, I'm tryin' to save you from trouble. The war changed everything. Your folks got to whur they did by wuckin'. They built up this big estate by economy an' wuck.
"Now there's the old man he's too lazy to wuck he's like all parsons, he'd rather preach aroun' all his life on a promise of heaven than to wuck on earth for cash!" "How did I ever come to marry Hillard Watts? Wal, he wa'n't that triflin' when I married him. He didn't have so much religiun then. But I've allers noticed a man's heredity for no-countness craps out after he's married.
An' what you think you gwine to do when you git to 'em?" "Wuck 'roun de camp," replied Jeems Henry with some vagueness. "Doin' what?" was the relentless query. "Blackin' de gent'men's boots an' an' gittin' paid fer it," Jeems Henry stammered in reply. "It's better'n being a slave, Unc' Billy," he added as he saw the sneer of contempt on the faithful old man's face.
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