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"Attend to Lieutenant Whately's supper and see that he has the best you can get for him." "Yassum." Mrs. Baron then repaired to her husband's office, where he and Surgeon Ackley were closeted, making up the accounts relating to the occupation of the property for hospital purposes. Maynard lighted his pipe, and strolled out into the grounds. He was in a cold, deadly mood of anger.
They did not have the making of me and I am what I am regardless of them. I know perfectly well that I am descended from the same original Bucknors but I'm glad my ancestor mislaid part of the name and I wouldn't have the last syllable back for anything in the world." "Yassum!" gasped Billy.
"I'll put out the fire if our house starts to burn while you're away," Freddie promised. "There'll not be much danger of fire with Aunt Emeline here to look after things," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I wouldn't leave my children with every one, but I know they'll be safe with Aunt Emeline," she said to Dinah. "Yassum, dey's suah gwine to be safe!" declared the fat, jolly colored cook.
"When yuh come here yuh had lots of money and yo' was mighty good to me. You know Mr. Weston?" "Jim Weston?" "Yassum, Mr. Weston, what goes ahead o' shows and lives on the top floor back; he says nobody's got jobs now. Dey're so many actors and actresses out o' work. Mis' Farley says she don't know how she's goin' to live.
"Yassum, yes, Miss Ann," and the old man made a show of tying his team to the hitching post although he knew that the fat old Cupid and Puck were glad to stop and rest and nothing short of oats would budge them. Mildred and Nan came slowly down the walk, followed by Aunt Em'ly. "We've got to let her kiss us and we might just as well get it over with," grumbled Mildred.
But smart as she was, the negress never quite succeeded in deceiving her young mistress. Laura never trusted her further than she could see her. A hundred times, her patience tried to the limit, she had discharged her. "You'll go in the morning, Annie." "Yassum!" But somehow Annie always stayed.
Her business life made her responsible only to herself, and she felt able to take care of herself anywhere. Now it came over her that she could not aspire to aristocracy and allow negro hall-boys to send men up in the elevator and telephone her afterward. She snatched up the telephone and said: "That you?" "Yassum, Miss Adair." "How dare you send anybody up without sending the name up first?"
She sat there weeping silently until she heard the sound of Bud's step, then she sprang up and ran away to hide. She didn't dare to face him with tears in her eyes. Bud came in without a word and sat down in the dark front room. "Dat you, Bud?" asked his mother. "Yassum." "Bettah come now, supper's puty 'nigh ready." "I don' want no supper." "You bettah come on, Bud, I reckon you mighty tired."
Then, opening the door leading to the kitchen, she called out: "Annie! Annie! Come here." The negress entered the room. "Yassum." "Annie, I'm going away, and I've got to hurry." "Going away!" exclaimed the maid in blank astonishment. Her mistress had already begun to pile things in the center of the room.
His presence never failed to put her in the highest spirits, and his bachelorhood was her perennial joke. "Yassum," he answered, hanging his head shyly, "if you done hab me, Viney. I bin wantin' you for years, but I bin too bashful." Viney screamed and flapped her red apron at him.
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