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"She is quite exhausted," said the physician. "Sleep is a good remedy. When she wakes, give her a toddy with an egg in it, if she can take it. How did she get that bruise upon her forehead?" "She done got a lick there, suh. De po' lamb fell No, suh" the old woman's racial mutability swept her into a sudden flare of indignation "old Cindy ain't gwineter lie for dat debble. He done it, suh.
"That," said he, "is an emanation an exhalation, you might say that we frequently witness in our atmosphere." "A which?" asked Buster John. "Well," replied Mr. Thimblefinger, clearing his throat, "it's er an emanation." "Huh!" cried Drusilla, "'t ain't no kind er nation. It's des de milk leakin' out'n dat jug. I done tol' Aunt 'Cindy 'bout dat leakin' jug." Mr. Rabbit and Mrs.
"It would be lots of fun if I could go out in the kitchen and beat eggs, and make custah'd pies and biscuits and things. I'd love to cook. I haven't had a chance since I was at Ware's Wigwam. But Aunt Cindy scolds and grumbles if anybody so much as looks into the kitchen. She says she won't have me messing around in her way." "I know," sighed Mrs. Sherman.
"I do' see huccome you got any right to be a-pryin' into dese hyeah things." "I's got de same right I had to w'ok an' struggle erlong an' he'p you get whut we's done los'." Jerry winced and ended by telling her all. "Dat ain't nuffin' but owdacious robbery," said Cindy Ann.
It done Cindy so much good dat her mist'ess 'eluded she'd take it herse'f en' gib it ter de chil'en. De fus' day Cindy went atter de roots dey wuz some lef' ober, en' her mist'ess tol' 'er fer ter use dat fer de nex' day. Cindy done so, but she tol' 'er mist'ess hit didn' hab no strenk en' didn' do 'er no good.
It was a gal name' Cindy, w'at libbed wid 'er mammy in a cabin by deyse'ves. Cindy tuk ter Skundus ez much ez Skundus tuk ter Cindy, en' bimeby Skundus axed his marster ef he could marry Cindy. Marse Dugal' b'long' ter de P'isbytay'n Chu'ch en' never 'lowed his niggers ter jump de broomstick, but alluz had a preacher fer ter marry 'em.
"I tol' F'ank to kill him!" "But Frank's a grown dog he knew better." He grew suddenly angry angry at her very simplicity. "F'ank won't kill any more chickens!" "How do you know?" "I know!" he cried, and stamped his foot. "I know!" He came away from this futile interview in a suppressed rage. From the hall he saw old Aunt Cindy waddling about in the dining room. No use to appeal to her.
Personal interview with John Henry Kemp, Daytona Beach, Florida Barbara Darsey SLAVE INTERVIEW With CINDY KINSEY, FORMER SLAVE About 86 Years of Age "Yes maam, chile, I aint suah ezackly, but I think I bout 85 mebby 86 yeah old.
After Rama left the room, memories screamed across horror-fried synapses of Anne's acid-drenched brain: the puppy... he's strangling the puppy... can't breath... it's possessed EVIL... like us... EVIL... like us... five hits of acid... the room... the furniture... me... focus... the Forces... the puppy... he's strangling the... "Anne, I will send you to hell for thousands of lifetimes!"... can't breath... "What you will experience will make AIDS look like fun!"... he, he threatened to kill me... "Cindy, I have a special place for you in hell!"... EVIL... like me... "Consider your future lives!"... the puppy... "Barbara confessed!"... like me... "Come clean!"... EVIL... "Confess!"...
The first excitement after breakfast was the arrival of the bride's cake. Aunt Cindy had baked it, the bride herself had stirred the charms into it, but it had been sent to Louisville to be iced. Lloyd called the entire family into the butler's pantry to admire it, as it sat imposingly on a huge silver salver.
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