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They's a older fambly than she is kase they's come along two or three generations further than what she is. They's Peytons an' Bucknors an' Prestons an' Throckmortons an' Butlers an' an' every other Kentucky fambly they's a mind ter be." Uncle Billy staggered to his feet and looked at Aunt Em'ly with amazement and indignation. He tried to speak but words failed him. She towered above him.
People can't treat you like dust under their feet unless you are beneath them, and I'm not in the least teensy weensy bit beneath the Bucknors of Buck Hill. Now they might treat me like the dust in the air the dust they have to breathe when the wind blows breathe that or stop breathing altogether. They might not like to breathe me in. I might be a little thick for them, but breathe me they must.
Judith smiled, as she chanted the menu. Miss Ann Moves On The Bucknors of Buck Hill were going abroad. It was all settled and they were to start as soon as necessary arrangements could be made. The plan had been born in Mildred's mind and she had influenced her mother, who in turn had persuaded her husband and now passage was engaged and it was only a matter of a few weeks before they would sail.
I used to give her a lift into school when she was a kid. I tell you she's got some style about her. Looks more born and bred than any gal here. I don't see where she got it from." "From the Bucknors!" announced Miss Ann, firmly. "Bucknors! Oh, come now, Cousin Ann, you aren't going to come that old gag on me. Old Dick Buck used to boast he was our kin when he got drunk, but it is absurd.
It was old Billy that had flashed through his mind, when he noticed the fire maker, but old Billy never engaged in any form of domestic labor any more than his mistress. "Someone to see you, Cousin Ann," said Judith, putting her arm around the old lady's waist. Jeff choked and gasped. That evening the telephone wires were again kept hot by the Bucknors and their many kinsmen.
The general attitude of the assembly was good natured and congratulatory. The aristocratic contingent was inclined to be a little formal, but polite and not unkindly. The aristocrats were more or less related to one another, and most of them were connected, closely or distantly, with the Bucknors.
Miss Ann Peyton paid no attention at all to the girl. She addressed her remarks to Jeff, who was all respectful attention. "Yes, cousin, the Bucks are descended from the Bucknors quite as much as you or I are. I recall it all now, although I have not thought of it for many, many years.
She even had the impertinence to tell some of the girls once that the original name of her family was the same as ours that her old grandfather, Dick Buck, had told her so. The idea! Next she'll be claiming kin with us Bucknors." "What's that? What's that?" asked Mr. Bucknor, dropping his paper. "Who claims kin with us?" "Old Dick Buck's granddaughter. Isn't it ridiculous?"
They do say that the Bucknors and Bucks were the same folks originally but that was in the early days and somehow the Bucks got down and the Bucknors staid up. Now the Bucknors would no more acknowledge the relationship to the Bucks than the Bucks would expect them to." "I should think anybody would be proud to claim kin with a peach like that girl," said Major Fitch.
"Well now, you ol' fool nigger, you done broke yo' 'lasses pitcher. Whe'fo' you so nimble-come-trimble ter tell little missy 'bout the fambly confab? 'Cause you done hearn Marse Big Josh 'sputin' with Marse Bob Bucknor at the ball consarnin' the Bucks an' Bucknors ain't no reason whe'fo' you gotta be so bigity.
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