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"Their'n gins a gallon a milkin'," she said, in rueful comparison. As she came up the slope with the piggin on her head, her husband was looking down from the porch with a lowering brow. "Why n't ye spen' the day a-milkin' the cow?" he drawled. "Dawdlin' yander in the cow-pen till this time in the mornin'! An' ter-morrer's Chrismus!" The word smote upon her weary heart with a dull pain.
Don't jedge us hard fur what we does you knows it's Chrismus night; An' all de balunce ob de yeah we does as right's we kin. Ef dancin's wrong, O Mashr! let de time excuse de sin!
French Joe had been drilling them for three days ever since they had been invited to "de Chrismus dinner at de beeg house." After the merry dinner was over, the junior Osbornes brought in a Christmas tree, loaded with presents. They had bought them with the money that Mr. and Mrs. Osborne had meant for their own presents, and a splendid assortment they were.
"He never had no young uns of his own, and it mout be he uses 'em well. He's the high sheriff now." "I was countin' on gittin' to see 'em agin an buyin 'em some little Chrismus fixin's," the father wheezed. Hopelessness was coming into his rasping whisper. "I reckon it ain't no use to to be thinkin' of that there now?" "No 'arthly use at all," said Shem, with brutal directness.
Sukey'll finish up heah." "All right, Sukey." Peggy relinquished the task to the black, and started for the door, saying in a tone that Clifford might hear: "I will be out presently to see how thee gets along." "Ef I doan git erlong any fas'er dan you all dese dishes gwine ter be heah twel Chrismus," grumbled the darkey. "An' some-body's muss'd my floah."
He leaned his empty weapon against the wall, and strode out to the little girl who was perched up on the trough. "Chrismus gift, Cunnel!" he cried, cheerily. "Ter-morrer's Chrismus." The echoes caught the word. In vibratory jubilance they repeated it.
Perhaps it was well for him that his ignorant faith could accept the illusion as a vision charged with all the benignities of peace on earth, good-will toward men. With a keen thrill in his heart, on his knees he drew the charge from his rifle, and flung it down a rift in the rocks. "Chrismus Eve," he murmured.
Genuinely interested at the simple relation, Constance asked sympathetically: "And what did you do with the money so heroically saved, may I ask?" "Well, I had thu price O' nine bottles o' booze in thu bag when I counted her oveh at Tin Cup on Chrismus eve. Theah's five bottles goes to a gallon, yuh know, so I rattles thu bones with thu perfessor an' o' cose I wins thu odd bottle.
Hit takes a bee fer ter git de sweetness out'n de hoar-houn' blossom. Ha'nts don't bodder longer hones' folks, but you better go 'roun' de grave-yard. De pig dat runs off wid de year er corn gits little mo' dan de cob. Sleepin' in de fence-cornder don't fetch Chrismus in de kitchen. De spring-house may freeze, but de niggers 'll keep de shuck-pen warm.
It seems to me indeed it do I mebbe mout be wrong That people raly ought to dance, when Chrismus comes along; Des dance bekase dey's happy like de birds hops in de trees, De pine-top fiddle soundin' to de blowin' ob de breeze.
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