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I lived in the country once ever so long ago when I was a little girl." Miss Henderson could not help a smile that was half amused, and wholly pitiful, as she looked in the face of this creature of fourteen, so strange and earnest, with its outline of fuzzy, cropped hair, and heard her talk of "ever so long ago." "Are you strong?" "Yes'm. I ain't never sick." "And willing to work?" "Yes'm.
And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was doing. She was smiling all over so she could hardly stand and says: "It's YOU, at last! AIN'T it?" I out with a "Yes'm" before I thought.
An awful silence reigned after the preliminary bows and scrapes had been achieved, first broken by George Tucker, who drew from under his chair a small basket of red-cheeked apples and handed them to Aunt Poll. "Well, now, George Tucker!" exclaimed the benign spinster, "you dew beat all for sass out o' season! Kep 'em down sullar, I expect?" "Yes'm, our sullar's very dry." "Well, it hed oughter.
"Yes'm," said Joel; "and then we drove off." "You see, we had to shut the door to the woodshed," said Polly, "'cause Phronsie would catch cold if we didn't, and we didn't hear a single word when you called, Joel Pepper; not a single one!" "Where'd you go?" asked David, suddenly. "Oh, down to the Centre," said Joel, "to two no, I guess four stores, and then he brought me home that is, almost home.
"Poor little thing!" said she, twisting the long curl, which hung down the back of her neck like a bell-rope, and looking as if she cared more about her hair than she cared for all the children in Portland. "The best thing you can do is to go right into the druggist's, next door but one, and look in the City Directory. Do you know your aunt's husband's name?" "O, yes'm.
The maid reappeared, removed the bread and milk and served a dainty dessert of preserved peaches, cream, and cake. "I've really had enough," said Jewel politely. "Don't you eat peaches and cream, or cake either?" asked Mrs. Forbes accusingly. "Yes'm," returned the child, and ate them without further ado. "Your trunk has come," said Mrs. Forbes when at last Jewel slipped down from the table.
"Some people," she said, "are born contemplative, while others never reflect at all, whatever the provocation." "Yes'm, that's just it; folks goes on as if they was to live for ever, without no thought o' dyin'. As you was a sayin' jus' now, mum, there's them as contemflecs natural like, and there's them as is born without provocation " "Everlastingly!" assented Mrs. Temperley with a sudden laugh.
Nutting? To play ball? Do you know where he is?" "Yes'm," again answered the little maid, but to which of these several inquiries was not disclosed.
Holding his hands behind his back the man addressed moved towards her slowly, for he was conscious of the grime that was on them. Before he had spoken his apology she ordered him none too gently to go and wash them, ending with an emphatic: "Git!" "Yes'm," was his meek answer, though he called back as he disappeared: "Been blackenin' my boots." The Girl took up the word quickly. "Boots!
"Didn't Peter send it to you?" "Yes'm," said Susan, dimpling, as she kissed the older woman. "Don't you know that a man has no respect for a girl who doesn't keep him a little at a distance, dear?" "Oh, is that so!" Susan spun her aunt about, in a mad reel. "Susan!" gasped Mrs. Lancaster. Her voice changed, she caught the girl by the shoulders, and looked into the radiant face. "Susan?" she asked.
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