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"Good Lawd, Marse Dale," the negro exclaimed in terror, "is you still tellin' 'bout all dem mens you'se shot up?" The sheriff poured his libation, swallowed it, and wiped his long mustache on the back of his hand. Then he said: "U-um! A-ah!" Whereupon Zack poured another and passed it to him.
All in my pahnaship go down in black, I s'pose, an' you'se in white. How funny it all am!" and the old woman sat back in her chair and laughed in her joyous content. "It is all a very humiliating farce to me," said Mrs. Hunter, looking severely at the former property. "Yas'm," said Aun' Sheba, suddenly becoming stolid as a graven image.
"Dis yer stove 'll make me lose my 'ligion," Patty heard her murmur, and she felt sure she was listening to old Hopalong. "Good-morning, Hopalong," she cried. "'Mawnin', missy; an' who be you?" "I'm Patty Fairfield, and I'm Mrs. Barlow's niece, and I've come to stay all summer." "Dat's good. I see you'se a nice, pretty-behaved little lady. Any ob de fam'ly 'round yit?"
I remarked, somewhat mischievously, after I had summoned his wife from down-stairs. "Well, naw, seh," a little shamefacedly. "Not so much. You see, seh, dey dey's mos' too much fu' a body, sich times. Dey will talk, you'se dey will, an' 'livah 'scouhcis, an' a sick man he hain't got de strenth to to supplicate in kine, an' hit kind o' mawtifies him, seh."
De pa'hnership, as you call 'im, been doin' you a heap o' good. You'se min' been gettin' int'usted an' you fo'gits you'se troubles. Dat's wot pleases me. Now to my po' sense, folks is a heap betteh off, takin' keer ob dem selves, dan wen dey worry 'bout wat dis one say an' dat one do. Dere is lots ob folks dat'll talk 'bout you a month dat won't lif' dere finger for you a minit.
What 'casion I got to pervide for dey?" "Ha, ha, ha, Unc.! You'se a great pervider. Somehow or oder I'se got de notion dat you'se a 'sumer." "I bress de Lawd my appetite am' failin' in spite ob de rheumatiz." "If you rheumatiz was only in you jints, dere'd be a comfort in keerin' fer you, Unc., but it's in you min'." "You'll cotch it some day, an' den you know what 'tis.
"But how is one to get the diamond leaf if he doesn't? Mammy Eastah told my fortune in a teacup, and she said: 'I see a risin' sun, and a row of lovahs, but I don't see you a-takin' any of 'em, honey. Yo' ways am ways of pleasantness, and all yo' paths is peace, but I'se powahful skeered you'se goin' to be an ole maid. I sholy is, if the teacup signs p'int right."
I ain' gwine give you no staht! You'se wuss'n a gal!" "Why ain' you gwine give him no staht?" an indignant voice called, and, turning, he beheld Aunt Timmie leaning against the house complacently regarding them. "Of course you'll give him a start!" the Colonel thundered, thereby showing to what extent he had been reading during the past half hour.
You'se getting hungry, I 'lows, and me chattering like a fool, and not thinking of anything beyond my own troubles. I'm forgetting you must be worriting over being kept so long in this bit of a tilt, but you'll not get away till morning, so just make yourself as miserable as you can!"
"Dar's room enough in dar ter sit down," said his sable friend. "An' you'se 'll find a jug ob milk an' a pone ob corn meal. Luck ter yer. Don't git lonesome like and come out. We'se a-gwine ter look ater yer;" and the opening was hidden by brush again, and Graham was left alone.
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