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To Patsy Ann, then, in ominous tone, spoke this oracle. "Patsy Ann, how yo' pappy doin' sence Matildy died?" "Matildy" was the deceased wife. "Oh, he gittin' 'long all right. He was mighty broke up at de fus', but he 'low now dat de house go on de same's ef mammy was a-livin'." "Oom huh," disdainfully; "Oom huh. Yo' mammy bin daid fou' yeahs, ain't she?" "Yes'm; mighty nigh."
She herself had bought it on their physician's prescription, as a tonic for Mrs. Marne, only a few days before. "What is it, Delia? Did she take that poison?" gasped Henrietta. "Yes'm, she took it, the whole bottle full.
They tell me you're the Worst Boy in Town." "Oh, Aunt Sarah!" Mrs. Schofield lifted a protesting hand. "Nonsense!" said Mrs. Crim. "But on his birthday!" "That's the time to say it. Penrod, aren't you the Worst Boy in Town?" Penrod, gazing fondly upon his knife and eating cookies rapidly, answered as a matter of course, and absently, "Yes'm." "Certainly!" said Mrs. Crim.
Yes'm, I reckon so." "How old were you when you were married?" William asked, with a manner of peculiar earnestness; it was the manner of one who addresses a colleague. "Me? Well, suh, dat 'pen's." He seemed to search his memory. "I rickalect I 'uz ma'ied once in Looavle," he said. Jane's interest still followed the first child. "Was that where it was born, Mr. Genesis?" she asked.
In a ferment of curiosity, Flame edged jerkily forward, and subsided as jerkily again. "Oh, if this only was a Parish Call," she deprecated, "I could ask questions right out loud. 'How? Where? Why? When? ... But being just a social call I suppose I suppose...?" Appealingly her eager eyes searched the old Butler's inscrutable face. "Yes'm," repeated the old Butler dully.
The ones you been lookin' for 'most every day." "You mean papa's evening clothes?" "Yes'm," said Jane. "Willie's got 'em on." "What!" "Yes, he has!" Jane assured her with emphasis. "I bet you he's had 'em on every single evening since Miss Pratt came to visit the Parchers! Anyway, he's got 'em on now, 'cause I saw 'em." Mrs. Baxter bit her lip and frowned. "Are you sure, Jane?" "Yes'm.
"Don't go over any bridges or railroad crossings or by any saw-mills," said the old lady, as if the town could be suddenly remodelled to suit her taste. "Yes'm," returned Toady, with a crack which would have done honor to a French postilion.
Now of course I don't know nothin' about it, but I think all that boy needs is a little babyin', to make him fergit his troubles. Yes'm, that boy's lonely. Bein' sick this way has took the heart out of 'im and made 'im sorry for himself, like a kid that wants his mother. And so well," he said, turning abruptly away, "that's all, jest thought I'd tell you."
Lander. "No'm; but he's I don't know how to express it he likes to do every kind of thing." "But he's got some business, ha'n't he?" A shadow of severity crept over Mrs. Lander's tone, in provisional reprehension of possible shiftlessness. "Yes'm. He was a machinist at the Mills; that's what the doctas thought didn't agree with him.
"Yes'm," said Joel; "may I have somethin' to eat, ma?" "Yes," said Mrs. Pepper; "but don't you eat the new bread; you may have as much as you want of the old." "Isn't there any molasses, mammy?" asked Joel, as she bade Polly good-bye! and gave her numberless charges "to be careful of your eyes," and "not to let a crack of light in through the curtain," as the old green paper shade was called.
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