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Besides their bein' so old, she had come from a mournin' family her folks always mourned for everybody and everything they could. And the six wimmen was all swathed in crape, and the hull house smelt of crape and logwood. As I sez more formally, Lateza was brung up to it. Wall, black wuz becomin' to her.
Primmie, if you say another word while we're at this table I'll I don't know what I'll do to you. STOP! You've said plenty and plenty more, as father used to say. Truly, Mr. Bangs, it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I honestly DIDN'T think the hat was becomin', that's all." "Neither did I, Miss Phipps. I didn't think so when I bought it." "You didn't? Then for mercy sakes why did you buy it?"
"I had no idea the city was so much cheaper than the country. I suppose the Baxter Street tailors are fashionable?" "In course they are. Me and Horace Greeley always go there for clothes. When Horace gets a new suit, I always have one made just like it; but I can't go the white hat. It aint becomin' to my style of beauty."
And I will own right up, like a righteous sinner, that I had ofttimes, though I had on the outside a becomin' appearance of modesty Yet on the inside I wuz all puffed up by a feelin' of my superior advantages
Before his motion was seconded Roger Lockie, one of the stalwarts, stood in the middle of the congregation. "It's no becomin' in me to interfere," he began, "but we're a' assembled here as a worshippin' people, an' I move that the Kirk Session be requested no' to accept the resignation.
Bax laughed, and patted Tommy's head. "Nothin', lad, only I feel as if I should ha' bin your mother." "Well, I won't say ye're far out," rejoined the boy, waggishly, "for I do think ye're becomin' an old wife. But, I say, what can be wrong with Guy Foster?
"Ye see, I've been a poor man all me life, ye may say, though the nephew of one of the richest women in the United Kingdom an' the stingiest. Instid of doin' her obvayus juty an' supportin' her nephew in becomin' station, she marries a poor little lordlet boy, an' forsakes me entirely. Wasn't it hijjus of her?
Her hand flew to a new and elaborately piled coiffure, a half-fringe of curling-iron, little fluffed out tendrils escaping down her neck. "In incompatibility is grounds." "It's mighty becomin', Hanna. Mighty becomin'." "It's grounds, all right!" "'Grounds'? Grounds for what, Hanna?" She looked away, her throat distending as she swallowed. "Divorce."
You're browned up and broadened out and it's real becomin'. But," she added, with characteristic caution, "you must remember that good looks don't count for much. My father used to say to me that handsome is that handsome does. Not that I was so homely I'd scare the crows, but he didn't want me to be vain. Now don't fall overboard in THAT suit, will you?"
"Well, sis' Lize, I reckon you'll have to tell me dat yo' se'f, 'case I do' know. Whut you been hyeahin'?" "Brothah Simon, you's a ol' man, you's ol'." "Well, sis' Lize, dah was Methusalem." "I ain' jokin', Brothah Simon, I ain' jokin', I's a talkin' right straightfo'wa'd. Yo' conduc' don' look right. Hit ain' becomin' to you as de shepherd of a flock."
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