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"I haven't a minute to waste," she said to herself after they had gone, bustling about as she spoke. "There's all the furniture to be sold now. The auctioneer round the corner said he would look in arter the chil'en were well out o' the way.
Law, Ish sir, I mean if you had seen her that same Christmas Day, as she ran in with her chil'en to her aunt as is hostess at the Farmer's.
Yo' see, Cun'l Chahmb'lin's place j'ined ourn, an' it looked jes' ez natural fur dem two chil'en to marry an' mek it one plantation, ez it did fur de creek to run down de bottom from our place into Cun'l Chahmb'lin's.
Does Desus carry de little chil'en in his arms like oo do, Don? Me's so comf'able. Me loves Desus." The little arm, soft and warm, crept closer around his neck, while the golden curls swept his cheek. "Oo's my bootiful man, Don. Me'll marry oo when me gets big," and then, all unconscious of the sorrow which should greet her in the morning, the baby slept.
Pennel were, however, startled into a paroxysm of alarm when poor Miss Ruey came screaming, as she entered the door, "As sure as you're alive, them chil'en are off in the boat, they're out to sea, sure as I'm alive! What shall we do? The boat'll upset, and the sharks'll get 'em."
The Lord has the future in his grip, chil'en, and 'taint for you and me to fret about it." Grannie seated herself again in her old armchair. "Fetch the Bible, Dave," she said suddenly, "and read a verse or two aloud." David rose to comply. He took the family Bible from its place on the shelf. Grannie opened the old book reverently.
Dar's chil'en as doan' keer or notice but dat boy, it 'most 'stroyed him."
"Uncle Bob," said Diddie, "we've done er wrong thing this evenin'; we ran away fum Miss Carrie, an' we're scared of papa; he might er lock us all up in the library, an' talk to us, an' say he's 'stonished an' mortified, an' so we're scared to go home." "Umph!" said Uncle Bob; "you chil'en is mighty bad, anyhow." "I think we're heap mo' better'n we're bad," said Dumps.
"You're mos' black ez my shoes; an' de Lord ain't er goin' ter pull all my hair off jes 'boutn you." "I gwine right down-sta'rs an' tell yer ma," said Mammy. "She don't 'low none o' you chil'en fur ter sass me, an' ter call me brack; she nuver done it herse'f, wan she wuz little.
Douthat; and he seldom varies the greeting: "How is you dis mawnin', Miss Mary? I sut'n'y is glad to see you able to be up an' 'roun'. You know you an' me is chil'en of de same day." Weyanoke, like most of the large plantations on the James, has a postoffice in the house.
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