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Roxy followed this sally with another discharge of carefree laughter. "You's jealous, Roxy, dat's what's de matter wid you, you hussy yah yah yah! Dat's de time I got you!" "Oh, yes, you got me, hain't you. 'Clah to goodness if dat conceit o' yo'n strikes in, Jasper, it gwine to kill you sho'. If you b'longed to me, I'd sell you down de river 'fo' you git too fur gone.
Just then the nigger woman steps on to the passage, and says: "Missus, dey's a sheet gone." "A SHEET gone! Well, for the land's sake!" "I'll stop up them holes to-day," says Uncle Silas, looking sorrowful. "Oh, DO shet up! s'pose the rats took the SHEET? WHERE'S it gone, Lize?" "Clah to goodness I hain't no notion, Miss' Sally.
"Whut you do hit for?" This from Neptune, in a heart-shaken, anguished, rattling whisper. He asked no further questions. He had no doubt. Jake's rolling eyes had told him the unspeakable truth. "I 'clah to Gawd, Da' Nepshun, I wuz n't meanin' no hahm I never had no idea She came down de cawn-field paff wid de cow followin' 'er en en I don't know whut mek me meddle wid dat gal.
She quite lost her patience and said: "Well, what will you do next? What in the world possessed you to clutter up the parlor table with these baskets of ashes?" "Ashes?" And she came to look. She put up her hands in pathetic astonishment. "Well, I never see de like!" "Didn't you do it?" "Who, me? Clah to goodness it's de fust time I've sot eyes on 'em, Miss Polly. Dat's Dan'l.
Just then the nigger woman steps on to the passage, and says: "Missus, dey's a sheet gone." "A SHEET gone! Well, for the land's sake!" "I'll stop up them holes to-day," says Uncle Silas, looking sorrowful. "Oh, DO shet up! s'pose the rats took the SHEET? WHERE'S it gone, Lize?" "Clah to goodness I hain't no notion, Miss' Sally.
Jes' ez soon ez de sehmont was ovah, whut mus' Brothah Simon, de 'zortah, min' you, whut mus' he do but come hoppin' down f'om de pu'pit, an' beau dat wench home! 'Scorted huh clah 'crost de plantation befo' evahbody's face. Now whut you call dat?" "I call it politeness, that is what I call it. What are you laughing at, Mr. Marston?
Den she could 'a' said yes all right an' proper widout a belittlin' huhse'f. But 'stead o' dat he mus' go a ta'in' off jes' ez soon ez de fus' wo'ds come outen huh mouf. Put' nigh brekin' huh hea't. I clah to goodness, I nevah did see sich ca'in's on." Several weeks passed before Bartley returned to his home.
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