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"Is that possible?" exclaimed Cump Glass with well-simulated surprise. "Well, suh, smart minds shorely runs in the same grooves, ez the sayin' goes. Yas, suh, settin' yonder after I made that motion, I sez to myse'f, I sez, 'Glass, you done started this thing an' you must see it th'ough.
'Pears like he jes' gotter let his haid drap furward. Dar ain' no use talkin', boss, dat hinge wuks ovuhtime. I 'spec' mine done it, too, jes' like you say, 'long 'bout 'leven. Yas, suh, I reckon dat's right." "How about the time between midnight and two in the morning? Was the hinge working then?"
"Yas, he's Crippy Hardy. Mother was goin' to kill him for dinner to-morrer, so we come down here to get uncle Robert to go up an' see about it." "How far have you come?" "Seven miles." "Did you walk?" "Every step." "Well," said the boy as he looked at Crippy in a critical way, "it seems to me that's a mighty mean kind of a goose ter walk so far fur.
"Yas, sir, she comes jes' lak me an' Carline, an' wanders roun' de house an' de garden, an' sets in de ole barrel hammock, studyin' to herself." "And Mike, what became of him?" Uncle Jimpson looked at him in surprise, "How'd you know about Mike, Mister?" "Didn't you speak of him a while ago; wasn't he the dog?" "Yas, sir. He's our dog.
'Ca'se ef dere's one t'ing Cato do enjoy hit's dark meat, yas, suh, hit's come so he won't even look at light meat no mo', he so sick o' feedin' off'n dese yere white shin-bones." "Well, den, why is yo' glad Ah come up yere to live?" demanded Zachariah defensively. "'Ca'se o' dis yere ole Black Hawk." "Ah don' know nuffin' 'bout no ole Black Hawk."
Zachariah, ever ready to seize an opportunity to raise his voice, either in expostulation or agreement, took this as a generous opening. He exclaimed with commendable feeling: "Yas, suh! Undeh no suckemstances! No, suh!" "It is not even to be thought of," declared his master, frowning heavily. "No, suh! We can't even think about it, Marse Kenneth," said Zachariah, a trifle less decisively.
I know half a dozen loud-prayers, now, dat 'd be on'y too glad to 'tract attention away f'om dey own misdoin's by rakin' out scandalizemint on a dead 'oman. Dey'd 'spute de legalness of dat marriage in a minute, jes to keep folks f'om lookin' up dey own weddin' papers yas, 'm.
Eddicated men aint great on homelife; they want a monstrous sight of waitin' on." "Let us hope for the best in this case," said I. "Here comes Matthias; he knows Mr. Dayton, I believe." "Yas, Miss Em'ly, I does," said Matthias, who heard my last remark. "Is he a nice man?"
Myrover, when the cook came back, "I don't want any strange people admitted here to-day. The house will be full of our friends, and we have no room for others." "Yas 'm," said the cook. She understood perfectly what her mistress meant; and what the cook thought about her mistress was a matter of no consequence. The funeral services were held at St.
They were in front of a rather imposing house of brick, flanked on one side by a house just like it, and on the other by a series of dreary vacant lots where the rain had collected in pools. They climbed the steps and rang the bell. In due time the door was opened by a smiling yellow butler in black. "Does General Carvel live here?" "Yas, miss, But he ain't to home now. Done gone to New York."
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