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"I don't know what yer mean," said Clorinda, beginning to resume a little of her usual rigidity; "if yer ain't a talkin' Spanish now, it's jist as bad." "I alludes to de coquettations in which yer all indulge." "I don't," said Clo; "I leaves all sich foolishnesses to silly things like dat Vic I hasn't no patience wid 'em." "Oh! Miss Clorindy, Miss Clorindy!"
"Tak car ob de ink!" shrieked Clorinda, pulling the paper from under his hand in time to preserve it from the great blot of ink that descended on the table-cover instead. "Dat's a purty splotch, now, ain't it; yer a nice hand, Caleb Benson!" "Taint much, nobody'll ever notice it," said Caleb, wiping it off with his coat-sleeve. "Don't raise a breeze about nothin', Clorindy."
"Make all the friends you can, Ju, for we shall be here a good deal go, certainly." Hannibal drew himself up, bowed to his master, and said to Caleb in a stately way "I shall be most happy to mixture in the festive throng, but would most 'spectfully state to Miss Clorindy that morocur pumps is banished from polite society, and only patting leathers is worn but these is trifles."
Clorinda forgot her injured feelings in excitement about the party, and ordered him to commence work without farther delay. "Wal," said Caleb, spreading out the paper again, "I'll leave a blank for the names, that'll save trouble. I reckon you want somethin' like this 'Miss Clorindy and Miss Victory's compliments " "What's Vic got to do wid it, I'd like to know?"
"Why, yer's making me out jis' a witch." "No, Miss Clorindy, no; don't say dem keerless tings don't! I ain't a makin' you nothin', only de most charmin' and de most cruel of yer sect." If Clo did not blush it was only because nature had deprived her of the dangerous privilege, but she fell into a state of sweet confusion that was beautiful to behold.
Clorinda, from her station at the pastryboard, gave a sniff of doubtful meaning, tossed her head till her frizzed locks shook, brought her rolling-pin down on the board with great energy, and remained silent for the express purpose of being questioned. "What does yer tink 'bout it, Miss Clorindy?" asked Dolf.
And I seed you; I seed de elder a bending over ye, a whisperin' in yer ear." "Oh, git out!" cried Clo. "He didn't do no sich." "Oh, yes, he did, Miss Clorindy; dese eyes seen it." "Wal, he was a axin' me if I was gwine to come to meetin' more reg'lar dan I had ob late." "It took him a great while to ax," said Dolf, in a reproachful voice. Clo laughed a little chuckling laugh.
"Now, Miss Clorindy!" cried Dolf, understanding that this was an occasion when flattery and soft words were absolutely necessary. "You know I'se ales in for de genuine article." "Don't know nothin' ob de sort," said Clo. "I kint flirty and flighty about like some folks; but, anyhow, I ain't fool enough to put all my wages on my back. I guess marster cud tell what I've got in de bank."
"Oh, no you don't, Clorindy," he replied, "you hain't got so old yet but what you can hold your own with the youngest of 'em when there's a fancy mulatter chap round." "What doz yer mean by ole!" cried Clorinda. "I tells you what, Caleb Benson, ef yer only undertuk this job to be a aggrawatin' and insultin' me, you and I's done! I ain't gwine to stand sich trash, now I tells yer!
"Oh, Dolfy, yer said yer loved me; yer knows yer did; dat yer didn't care for money; dat I was a Wenus in yer eyes oh oh!" "Wal, I do declar!" cried Vic. Dolf flew into a great rage. "Miss Clorindy, yer sorrow makes yer forget yerself; yer've ben a dreaming." Clo drew her apron from her eyes and looked at him; lightning was gathering there which he would have done well to heed, but he did not.
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