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"Why, honey, I'se only a po' culled body, and you'se a beauty like you moder, bress her po' deah heart." "Yes, Aun' Sheba, you were a blessing to her," said Mara with moist eyes. "How you watched over her and helped to take care of me! Perhaps you can help take care of me again. For some reason, I can speak to you and tell you our troubles easier than to any one else in the world."
She sat by it now, smoking as lazily as her chimney, in an old chair which creaked as if in pain when she rocked. She supposed herself to be in deep meditation, and regarded her corncob pipe not merely a solace but also as an invaluable assistant to clearness of thought. Aun' Jinkey had the complacent belief that she could reason out most questions if she could only smoke and think long enough.
Other lessons followed, and it was not very long before the girl passed beyond the imitative stage and began to reason upon the principles involved in her work and then to experiment. One day an old customer said to Aun' Sheba: "There's a new hand at the bellows." "Dunno not'n 'bout bellus. Ain't de cakes right?" "Well, then, you've got some new receipts."
Uncle and aunt want me to go round and round, doing the same things and thinking the same thoughts not my own thoughts either. Oh, I'm getting so tired of it all!" "Lor' now, chile, I wuz des 'parin' you ter dat run in my min'," said Aun' Jinkey in an awed tone. "No danger of uncle or aunt comparing me to the run, or anything else.
I says to myself, 'Aun' Sheba, you'se a wile sinner. Why doan you cry an' groan, an' hab a big conwiction? Den you feel mo' shuah; but de conwiction won' come no how. Sted ob groanin' I gits sleepy." "Well, I think I've got a conviction, Aun' Sheba, and I'm not a bit sleepy." "I don't know what you dribin at. Bettah be keerful how you talk, honey." "I think so too, Ella."
"Uncle," said Miss Lou, firmly, "Aun' Jinkey doesn't know anything about Chunk's disappearance. I've been to her cabin and asked her." "As if the cunning old witch would tell you anything! Bring her here, I say, Perkins. It's time the spirit of insubordination on this place received a wholesome check." "Why!" exclaimed Mrs.
Although this narrative has faintly attempted to trace it here and there in operation, no one can keep tally with rumour in Polpier, or render any convincing account of its secret ways. It were far easier to hunt thistledown. The Penhaligon family were packing, preparing for the great move into Aun' Bunney's derelict cottage.
I wish I was half as good as you are." "Oh, yes," cried Mara, striving to conceal her deep preoccupation, "that's the way with Aun' Sheba; the better she is, the worse she thinks she is. Do you mean to say that your church people have suspended you?" "No. I'se s'pended myself. Didn't I tole you?" "There, there, Aunty, I didn't understand. I believe in you and always will."
"I don't believe in injustice, Aun' Sheba," said Ella quietly, conscious meanwhile that her cheeks were getting very red. "De heat am po'ful," Aun' Sheba remarked, sententiously. Then her plump form began to shake with mirth. "Dar now, Missy Ella," she added, "de blin' ole woman kin see as fur in de grin-stone as de next one. He'd stan' up fer you agin de hull worl.
While such was the tenor of her thoughts, she only said a little bitterly: "Oh, that I knew how to do something! My old nurse, Aun' Sheba, is better off than we are." "She belongs to us yet," said Mrs. Hunter, almost fiercely. "You could never make her or any one else think so," was the weary reply. "Well, now that I have thought of her, I believe I could advise with her better than any one else."
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