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I don't say but what if that 'ar' Langham girl sh'd have a r'al bad spall o' toothache come on, but what I'd let her take her, but I'd jest as soon she didn't know nothin' 'beout it. I'd ruther not make no openin' for a kile." We sucked our nervine lozenges with mutual earnestness. "You are getting on finely with the barn," I said, noticing several new rows of shingles on the roof.
I'll dump them snakes in the pond, dear wife; an' ef you'll only let me out I'll be good all my life." "Wal, thar now!" said an admiring voice; "I should think she must be r'al gifted. Did he say it?" "Yes, he got it out, somewheres along in the shank o' the evenin'. But Miss Lester says it's jest as good as bein' to the front seat in a show, the whole livin', endurin' time."
She used to sit down and laugh one of Grandma's "r'al good laughs" was incompatible with a standing posture until the tears rolled down her cheeks, and she had to wipe them off with the corner of her apron. She had been thrown from a wagon once how often and thrillingly have I heard dear Grandma Keeler relate the particulars of that accident!
"We have our r'al, good, comfortin' meal at night," Grandma Keeler had said, and the thought was uppermost in my mind at the close of my first day's labor in Wallencamp. I had taken a walk to the beach; a strong east wind had come up, and the surf was rolling in magnificently; a wild scene, from a wild shore, more awful then, in the gathering gloom.
It's all nice and warm, and thar', darlin', thar', we're r'al good for nussin' folks up." In the parlor, I saw only one great, delicious object a bed. My weary brain hardly exaggerated its dimensions, which could not have failed to strike with astonishment even the most indifferent observer.
"You take some more broth now, teacher, and keep r'al slow-minded and easy, and hev' a good night's rest, and to-morrer I'll tell ye all about it!" But I persisted; so Grandma continued gently: "Wall, it wa'n't much to tell, only the doctor said ye wasn't to be talked to much, nor worked up; but I reckon a little pleasant news ain't a gonter hurt nobody.
He died a blessed ole Christian; an' he's gone straight to glory, if there's anything in the promises. He is free now, if he never was afore; for, though they pretend there a'n't no slaves in this 'ere State, an' the law freed us years ago, seems to me there a'n't no r'al liberty for us, 'cept this!"
She can row a boat, or dew a washin', or help in a deliverunce case, and she 's r'al handy and comfortin' in death-damps." "All that! Vesty and nineteen!" I think I sighed. "Ye mustn't let her kile herself reound ye," said Captain Leezur. I looked up in dismay. Had he not seen my weakness of body, and my birth-scarred face?
"Grandma," I said, leaning forward, laughing, and folding my hands in her lap, "you're the best comforter I know of." "Wall, thar'," said she; "it's a good deal in feelin's, and Madeline ain't r'al well, so she kind o' allows 'em to overcome her sometimes." "And what did she mean by saying that about Rebecca?" I asked.
It's a r'al good place!" says the youth. "But a'n't you ashamed to live with niggers?" "Ashamed? What for? Nobody else was good to me. But they was good to me. I a'n't ashamed." The Frisbie color heightens more and more. He looks at that wretched dwelling, he glances aside at Mr.
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