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"Cose He's in here," announced Peter. "He's everywhere in the world but He won't git you. He'll just be good to you an' love you an' maybe give you candy, 'cept'n I'd rather have pancakes." "He shall have them!" cried the eager lady. "He shall have all he wants!

"Gals," he chuckled in his old familiar way, "I dunno how Sam'l Darby'll take it; but if Mother's willin', I guess I won't buy back no more of the old place, 'cept'n' jest my rockin'-chair with the red roses onto it; an' all the rest o' this here plagued money I'll hand over ter the directors, an' stay right here an' take my comfort."

I'll go back to me tent like Christian. With God on the wings I'm safe. An' as I went back saw Brick Mason outside his tent swingin' hammer, an' I says, 'Ain't ye scared, Brick? an' he says, 'No. I ain't scared. I'm mad. An' that's all is to it, 'cept'n 'bout the feller I saw when I first went out." "Now that's fine, boys," said Mr. Newton. "There's a double victory in that.

"Didn't your mother have any brothers or sisters or any relations of her own?" "No, ma'm, she never did have any and her mother and father died when she was little and she was brought up in France in a convent 'cept'n she wasn't a Catholic." "Did you live in a house in Atlanta or an apartment?" "We had a great big house and three automobiles and a whole lot of servants.

Then the ol' home kotched afire an' then me'n Miss Ann didn't have no sho' 'nough home an' we got ter visitin' roun' an' Marse Bob, yo' gran'pap, kep a pleadin' an' Miss Ann she kep' a visitin', fust one place then anudder, an' Marse Bob he got kinder tired a followin' aroun' takin' our dus' an' befo' you knowd it he done tramsfered his infections ter yo' gran'mammy, an' a nice lady she wa', but can't none er them hol' a can'le ter my Miss Ann, then or now 'cept'n maybe that purty red-headed gal what goes a whizzin' aroun' the county an' don't drap her eyes fer nobody.

"Ducks!" repeated the negro, grinning at the queerly dressed children in their round straw hats. "Name o' de Lawd! What do you all want wif ducks?" Lovey Mary explained. "Wouldn't a kitten do jes as well?" he asked kindly. "I want my ducky," whined Tommy, showing signs of returning storm. "I don' see no way 'cept'n' gwine to de mahket. Efen you tek de cah you kin ride plumb down dere."