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Jim Johnson, de one dat was de Supreme Judge, come for me. He was a-livin' in South Carolina den. He took us all home wid 'im. Us got dere in time to vote for Gov'nor Wade Hamilton. Us put 'im in office, too. My young marster had always tol' me to live for my country an' had seen 'nought of dat war to know jus' what was a-goin' on.
I made a-plenty cotton an' I teached my chillun to be good blue stockin' Presbyterians. All 'roun' de country I was knowed an' ever'body b'lieved in me. "Maybe things is better lak dey is today. Mos' folks says so anyway. But if Old Marster were a-livin' I'd be better off. I know dat to be so. "I can hear 'im say to me new, 'Prince Albert, who is you named for?
But I'll tell you both right here, she'll never set foot in my house, ner I in her'n. Sam ken keep her, but what on, I don't know. He gits right out of this here farm the day he marries her, and he don't come back, not while I'm a-livin'." It was all this that made old Billy Norris morose, and Mrs.
Co'se the woman folks got hit out'n her they al'ays gits whut they want, as you know an' thar the sorry cuss was a-livin' up thar in the Bend, jes aroun' that bluff o' lorrel yander, a-lookin' pious, an' a-singin', an' a-sayin' Amen louder 'n anybody when thar was meetin'. Well, my boy Jim an' a lot o' fellers jes went up fer him right away.
After his wife died, and, as far as I can find out, the way he carried on was what killed her, he started to bring Rachel here; but he died on the passage, and she came with only a letter. I suppose he thought the ones that had been kind to him would be kind to her; but, you see, the Squire is a-livin' with his second wife, and she isn't the woman the first Miss Brewster was.
Knocker, and I lives in Primrose Court, Great Queen Street, and my reg'lar perfession is a-sellin' coffee "so airly in the mornin'," and I've got a darter as ain't quite so 'ansom as me, bein' the moral of her father as is over the water a-livin' in the fine 'Straley. 'Well, mother, said Cyril, 'and what did the shiny Quaker say? 'They calls me "Jokin' Meg" in Primrose Court.
Gudgeon, there is a pootty gal as is, I am told, a-livin' along o' you." "Oh, oh, my fine shiny Quaker gent," sez I, an' I flings the door wide open an' there I stan's in the doorway, "it's her you wants, is it?" sez I. "And pray what does my fine shiny Quaker gent want wi' my darter?" "Your darter?" sez 'e, an opens 'is mouth like this, and shets it agin like a rat-trap.
"Where did you learn to write at school?" asked Babcock, noting the boy's independence with undisguised pleasure. "Naw. Patsy an' me studies nights. Pop Mullins teaches us he's de ole woman's farder what she brung out from Ireland. He's a-livin' up ter de shebang; dey're all a-livin' dere Jinnie an' de ole woman an' Patsy all 'cept me an' Carl. I bunks in wid de Big Gray.
'How can I? That shows you're a man and not a woman. Jess like you men. YOU'D do what you didn't like, I know, for you're a good sort and everybody would know you didn't like it but what would be the use of me a-livin' in a house if I didn't like it? with my daughter and these dear, young women?
"Well, if you'll believe it, old Streeter was so plum befuzzled he sent the man an' the axe away an' that tree's a-livin' ter-day 't is!" he finished; then, with a sudden gloom on his face, Larson added, huskily: "An' I only hope I'll be sayin' the same thing of that boy come next month at this time!" "We'll hope you will," sighed the other fervently.
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