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"I should love to meet your mother, Robin." "May I come, Uncle Robin?" piped Phillis. "For a birfday treat," she added, in extenuation. Applications for an invitation rained in. Apart from a desire to please a man whom we all respected and our ready offers undoubtedly did please him I think we were all a little curious to view the mould which had turned Robin out.
But Isaac was not after all wholly given over to worldly thoughts, for an intellectual problem often occupied his thoughts and led him to slap little Sarah's arms. He had been born on the 4th of December while Sarah had been born a year later on the 3d. "It ain't, it can't be," he would say. "Your birfday can't be afore mine." "'Tis, Esty thays so," Sarah would reply.
I saw free pig-stealers 'ung before I was six," said Teddy. "Father took me because of my birfday being near. Said I ought to be blooded...." "Well, you never saw no-one killed by a moty car, any'ow," said old Tom after a moment of chagrin. "And you never saw no dead men carried into a chemis' shop." Teddy's momentary triumph faded. "No," he said, "I 'aven't." "Nor won't. Nor won't.
"It's a birfday present," said the small boy. "Birthday," from the Chorus. "Be-yirthday," was the amended version, "and I want it nice." Miss Emily brought forth from behind the glass doors of a case a small green silk head of lettuce. She set it on the counter, and her fingers found the key, then clickety-click, clickety-click, she wound it up.
"Gweng says Bad people told you bofe Lies heaps longer ago than dolly's birfday, so you bofe thort you was dead and buried." Straight to the heart of the subject, as perhaps none but a child could have phrased it. Granny Marrable's sight grew dim as she read: "Gweng says you will be glad, not sory." Then she felt quite sick, and heard her granddaughter coming downstairs.
It must have been particularly beautiful, for I called out 'Oh, look, look, they're lighting all the beauty candles in heaven. Look, Dollysweet, it's for my birfday. Grandmamma was in the room and she heard me. But for a minute or two she did not say anything, and I went on talking to Dolly and pretending or fancying that Dolly talked back to me.
"Esty's a liar," Isaac responded imperturbably. "Ask Tatah." "Tatah dunno. Ain't I five?" "Yeth." "And ain't you four?" "Yeth." "And ain't I older than you?" "Courth." "And wasn't I born afore you?" "Yeth, Ikey." "Then 'ow can your birfday come afore mine?" "'Cos it doth." "Stoopid!" "It doth, arx Esty," Sarah would insist. "Than't teep in my new bed," Ikey would threaten. "Thall if I like."
She thrust out a neat, paper-covered parcel which she had held carefully in her capacious lap all through the ceremony. "Miss Janie ma blessed baby!" she whispered. "I is suttenly glad to see dis here day! Heaven is a-smilin' on yo'. And here is one o' ma birfday cakes yo' liked so mighty well. Mammy Rose done make it for her chile de las' she ever will make yo' now yo' is goin' to foreign paths."
Me ask ebbery he tell me what comes, and he say 'nothin, but I no believe he." "And has the Governor taken no notice?" "De Gobbenor lord and all de noble Buckras go yis'day to Sinkitts. Take de militia for one gran' parade in Bassetarr. Is de birfday to-morrow de Gobbenor lord de Sinkitts. Up in de Great Houses no hear nothin', an' all quiet on 'states till yes'day.
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