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I want to know! Somebody did say something to me about a gang of movin' picture folks comin' there; but I reckoned they was a-foolin' me." "There is a good sized party of us," acknowledged Ruth. "Wal, wal! Mebbe that fella I let my shack to will make out well, then, after all. Warn't no sign of ye on the beach when I left three weeks ago". "Did you live there on the point?" asked Ruth.
His next respite was thus entertained: "What makes him work so of a night?" asked Jim Gryce. "Waal," explained Ab in his usual high key, "he rid ter the settlemint this mornin'; he hev been a-foolin' round thar all day, an' the crap air jes' a-sufferin' fur work! So him an' Uncle Tobe air layin' thar ploughs in the shop now, kase they air goin' ter run around the corn ter-morrer.
Guess the boy see 't he hed a good many to lick, 'n' hed n't better waste no power a-foolin'. All t' once thet air low-lived, spindlin', mis'able devil he come t' the edge o' the platform 'n' helt up his hand. Soon 's they stopped yellin' he says; 'Gentlemen, he says, 'sorry t' tell ye thet the man fer the next bout hes got away. We left him securely fastened up 'n the fust chamber.
"Thar wuz nobody thar but Jo Wheeler and his critter company," persisted the prisoners, "and they'd fout for anything. They'd fout yo'uns for a chaw of terbacker, and then gin the chaw back. Ole Bragg wuz jist a-foolin' with yo'uns. He wuz drawin' yo'uns on. He made up his mind that Shelbyville wuzn't the best place for a fout, and he'd lay for yo'uns at Tullyhomy.
"Why, Eveliny an' the baby oughtn't ter be out in this hyar rain they'll be drenched," said the old woman, when they were all safely housed except the two. "Whar be she?" "A-foolin' in the gyarden spot a-getherin' seed an' sech, like she always be," said the sister-in-law, tartly. Absalom ran out into the rain without his hat, his heart in the clutch of a prescient terror.
An' while they'll all be a-foolin' away thar time a-ridin' round that thar ring, ye an' me will be a-gittin' married." Ten minutes ago Jacob Brice did not think riding around that ring was such a reprehensible waste of time. "What's ter hender? It don't make no differ how they jow then." "I done tole ye, Jacob," said the sedate Cynthia, still fanning with the sunbonnet.
I I sure ain't a-foolin' myself none, not ary bit, a-thinkin' you-all could ever git ter likin' sich as me; but, I can't help sort of dreamin' 'bout hit an' a-pretendin', an' an' all the while I'm a-knowin', inside er me like, that there ain't nobody, not Auntie Sue, nor this here Betty Jo, nor that there other woman, nor anybody, what kin care for you like I'm a-carin', they just naturally couldn't care like me; 'cause 'cause, you see, sir, I ain't got nobody else, ain't no man but you ever even been decent ter me.
Don't hit too hard!" shouted a warning voice from the closet. "Booh-ooh-ooh!" went Pip. "I didn't hit you hard," explained the "principal of the academy," as he had several times called himself. "You mustn't be a-foolin' in school. If you were in a real school you would get worse whippings than that." Pip's only answer was, "Booh-ooh-ooh!" "Wort, come here.
"I love you dearly," she replied. The child stood in front of her and looked her squarely in the eye. His little form was drawn to its full, proud height, his soft, fair cheeks were flushed, his big, beautiful, grey eyes looked somber and sad. "Is you in love with that red-headed Maurice Richmond an' jes' a-foolin' o' me?" he asked with dignity.
Any fool would a-knowed what a woman with a half-gal, half-boy name like her'n would do, an' she's done hit, she sure has! But she ain't a-goin' ter do no more! You-all belongs ter me a heap more'n you do ter her, if hit comes ter that, though, I ain't a-foolin' myself none a-thinkin' that sich as you could ever take up with sich as me, me bein' what I am.
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