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But Aunt Sarah " "Never mind Aunt Sarah. Unless do you mean your mother has had to go away from home?" "Yes'm, to see to Aunt Sarah. They were twins when they were babies. Mother cried, because she said of course you'd have to be done up while she was gone, an' so she'd lost you. She said you'd been her bacon light ever since she heard you was comin' home an' wore so many white clo'es."
"You bet I do! She's a reg'lar-builter! Well, she don't like to have me wearin' out my best clo'es every day," he said, gravely. "No," eagerly, "nor mine don't. Queen, I mean, but she isn't a mother, mercy, no! I only wear silk dresses every day, not my velvet ones. This silk one is getting a little faded." She released one hand to smooth the dress wistfully.
"It sure ain't!" nodded Mrs. Trapes, quick to note the look. "Hermy an' me ain't much given to Sunday observance, Mr. Geoffrey. Y' see, there's always meals t' be cooked an' washin' up t' be done, an' clo'es t' be mended p'raps.
He had gold spectacles, I remember, and used to look over 'em at you while he sang hearty he was always great on singing 'earty to the Lord and when HE got out o' toon 'arf the people went after 'im always. 'E was that sort of man. And to walk be'ind 'im in 'is nice black clo'es 'is 'at was a brimmer made one regular proud to be engaged to such a father-in-law.
Come, I guess we'd better. Your clo'es is all right." Waves of cheers greeted Nate as he stepped outside, with Lucy in tow. The crowd surged forward toward the platform, but he waved them back. "Hello, boys!" he cried, raising his voice. "This is nice of you, but jest hold up a minute, please. We're goin' to have a weddin' Lucy and me 'fore we all go home. Come, Lucy!"
The car wuz full uv people, rich people, too, I reckon, for they wore good clo'es 'nd criticized the scenery.
"Lingery?" "Lingery." "What's lingery?" "Lingery is clo'es." "Clo'es, huh. Helluva funny name for clo'es. Why don't you say clo'es then instead of this here now lingery?" "Because lingery is a certain kind of clo'es, you ignorant Jack. Petticoats, and the like o' that. Don't you know nothin'?" "I know yo're lying, that's what I know.
"Take 'em to Number Ten and put 'em on," said Jim. "I'm a goin' to eat with big folks to-day, if clo'es can make 'em. Them's yer stockin's and them's yer boots, and them's yer indigoes and them's yer clo'es." Jim's idea of the word "indigoes" was, that it drew its meaning partly from the color of the articles designated, and partly from their office.
That's the date of the policy. Now let's trot inside, an' my gal Mrs. Dickey Bulmer that is to be will give you some tea." "Tea!" snorted Coke. "Well, there's whisky an' soda on tap if you prefer it. It is rather 'ot for tea. Whew! you're boilin'? W'y don't you wear looser clo'es? Look at me cool as a cucumber. By the way, 'oo's the new man you've shipped as second?
Dey was kin' an' went 'bout mongst de slaves a-lookin' after 'em. Dey give out food an' clo'es an' shoes. Marse D.D. Withers was my young marster. He was a little man, but ever'body stepped when he come 'roun'. "Don' rightly know how it come 'bout. Lemme see! De bes' I 'member my nex' Marster was Pres'dent Jefferson Davis hisse'f. Only he warnt no pres'dent den.
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