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Whut I wan' 'o know, whut mek Brothah Simon do dat?" "Well, I'll tell you, Lize," Marston began, but his wife cut him off. "Now, George," she said, "you shall not trifle with Eliza in that manner." Then turning to the old servant, she said: "Eliza, it means nothing. Do not trouble yourself about it.

Letty-Lou, yo'all ain't feedin' dese men-folks ri'. Now yo' chillens," she swooped down upon her own family, "yo'all gits outa heah an' don't fuss me." "They can come with me," offered Ricky. "I'm trying to find that maze which is marked on the garden plans." "Miss 'Chanda, yo'all ain't a'goin' 'way 'afo' yoah brothah gits through his wo'k. He done tol' me to keep an eye on yo'all.

"Such a dolling little appil blossom," said the wife of a local M.P., who brushed up her etiquette and English once a year at Ottawa. "Does she always laugh so sweetly, and gobble you up with those great big gray eyes of her, when you are togetheah at home, Mr. McDonald? If so, I should think youah pooah brothah would feel himself terrible de trop." He laughed lightly. "Yes, Mrs.

"But what I feels, I feels, an' what I unnerstan's, I unnerstan's. The Scripture tell us to get unnerstannin'." "Well, dat's what I's been a-doin' to-night. I's been a-doubtin' an' a-doubtin', a-foolin' erroun' an' wonderin', but now I unnerstan'." "'Splain yo'se'f, Brothah Middleton," said the preacher. "Well, suh, I will to you. You knows Miss Sally Briggs? Huh, what say?"

Thah stood ole Brothah Stratton prayin' ovah her, her sister Jane an' Poll Tribble snifflin' an' snufflin' an' fannin' her, an' sayin' they feared she'd nevah come outen her trance. Thinks I, 'I'll fotch her out. I walks up, an', pokin' her with my foot, I says, 'Git up, Sal!

On Chris'mus day we goin' to have a sermont at de chu'ch an' a festabal in de evenin' wid a Chris'mus tree. Sis' Marthy, I want you to boa'd de minister." "La, Brothah Todbu'y, I don't scarcely feel lak I's 'portant 'nough fu' dat," said Mrs. Mixon modestly, "but I'll do de bes' I kin. I hatter be lak de widder's mice in de scuse o' meal."

"Seem lak 'co'din' to de way de brothah 'lucidated de matter to-night dat evaht'ing done sot out an' cut an' dried fu' us. Well dat's gwine to he'p me lots." "De gospel is allus a he'p." "But not allus in dis way. You see I ain't a eddicated man lak you, Brothah Hayward." "We can't all have de same 'vantages," the preacher condescended.

I wuz list'nin' to Brothah Rice et t'othah eend o' the camp." "Did you shout with the rest, Mrs. Rogers?" Dudley asked. "I should say so!" she answered. "Ev'rybody did, an' sich a hullabaloo ez it wuz 'nough to raise the dead. I thought fur a minit thet judgment-day hed come, an' wouldn't been s'prised to heah the toot o' Gabr'el's horn then an' thah.

"Well, how were you to use this business name?" "Well, it was des dis away. Sis' Jane Callender, she gwine git huh pension, but la, chile, she tuk down sick unto deaf, an' Brothah Buford, he say dat she ought to mek a will in favoh of somebody, so's de money would stay 'mongst ouah folks, an' so, bimeby, she 'greed she mek a will." "And who is Brother Buford, Aunt Dicey?" "Brothah Buford?

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