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'Cause ef you does," said Emma, waving an arm like a black mule's hind leg for strength, "ef you does, 'stead o' layin' de blame whah it natchelly b'longs on yo' own ig'nance, Peter you'll go thoo dis worl' wid every Gawd's tom-cat you comes by havin' kittens on you!" "I feel like a father to those kittens," said Peter, gravely.
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees, and puts his hands together and says: "Doan' hurt me don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos'. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'." Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead.
"There was a pretty dido goin' on atween the dree, an' all talkin' together the two men mobbin' each other, an' the girl i' the middle callin' em every name but what they was chris'ened, wi'out distinction o' persons, as the word goes. "'What's the uproar? asks Ould Wounds, stoppin' the tap-tap o' his crop, as they comes up. "'The woman b'longs to me, says the first.
Len and Cecile tease me dreadfully, Hector I predominate with all my heart and I can't abide Mr. Hardman. He isn't square. He shouldn't have given old Skinflint the mordige. It b'longs to us. Oh, dear, I'll never pick raspberries again! That bull has made more fuss than any other person I know."
"You have got me into a tight scrape, but I'll work out of it somehow. And let me tell you one thing, Dan; you'll never have a chance to steal any more of my money." "Then why don't you divide it like a feller had oughter do?" asked Dan, angrily. "Why don't you divide with mother and me when you have some?" "Kase I work hard for it an' it b'longs to me; that's why."
Coiled up in a corner on the deck was a bundle of something which stirred as they came near to it, and began to turn over, making the stranger start with a slight exclamation. "Doan you be skeert, sar," the boy said, "dat's nottin' but Mandy Ann, an onery nigger what b'longs to ole Miss Harris in de clarin' up ter Ent'prise.
"Annyhow, he wanted us!" spoke up a curly-headed boy with old eyes and a thin face. He was one whom Mikky had been won't to defend. He bore a hump upon his ragged back. "Aw! he's all right fer us, is Mik," said Buck, "but he's different nor us. Old Aunt Sal she said one day he were named fer a 'n'angel, an' like as not he'll go back where he b'longs some day, but he won't never fergit us.
Never mind, bubby, 'twar tore afore. But it'll do ter wrop up this money-purse what b'longs ter yer dad. He lef' it hid in the chinking o' the wall over yander close ter whar I war sittin' when I fust kem in. I'll put it back thar, 'kase yer dad don't want nobody ter know whar it air hid." He strode across the room and concealed the empty pocket-book in the chinking.
Yo' sha'n't whop 'im; he b'longs to me, an' ef you hit 'im another lick I'll set 'im free! "I wish yo' hed see ole marster. Marse Chan he warn' mo'n eight years ole, an' dyah dey wuz ole marster stan'in' wid he whop raised up, an' Marse Chan red an' cryin', hol'in' on to it, an' sayin' I b'longst to 'im.
"Yas, suh," said the old man, removing his battered hat respectfully the rest of his clothing was in keeping, a picturesque assortment of rags and patches such as only an old Negro can get together, or keep together "dis hyuh lot, suh, b'longs ter de fambly dat I useter b'long ter de ol' French fambly, suh, de fines' fambly in Beaver County." "Why, papa!" cried little Phil, "he means "
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