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That's more important still. The cemetery is a long ways off when you marry the wrong man, child. And that other fellow that Peggy tells me has been co'tin' you Talbot Rutter's boy he's a wild one, isn't he? drunk half the time and fightin' everybody who don't agree with him. Come pretty nigh endin' young Willits, so they say. Now I hear he's run away to sea and left all his debts behind.
"Here, Mandy, give me that there basket er victuals an' I'll make tracks fer the platform. Miss Judy an' Marse Jeff air a co'tin' an' when folks air a co'tin' time ain't mo'n the win' blowin'." Miss Ann received the news of the engagement with happy tears and Mrs. Buck said that it was Judith's business and she had always known what she wanted from the time she was born.
"An' den sich a breakfast an' sich dancin' an' co'tin': ladies all out on de lawn in der white dresses, an' de gemmen in fair-top boots, an' Mammy Jane runnin' round same as a chicken wid its head off, an' der heads was off befo' dey knowed it, an' dey a-br'ilin' on de gridiron.
"Mars Jeems did n' 'low no co'tin' er juneseyin' roun' his plantation, said he wanted his niggers ter put dey min's on dey wuk, en not be wastin' dey time wid no sech foolis'ness. En he would n' let his han's git married, said he wuz n' raisin' niggers, but wuz raisin' cotton.
Yancy!" and Cavendish shook him warmly by the hand. "The first time I ever seen her, I says, I'll marry that lady if it takes an arm! Well, it did most of the time while I was co'tin' her." "La!" cried Polly, blushing furiously. "You shouldn't tell that, Dick. Mr. Yancy ain't interested."
But she done hol' you in her arms w'en you was a mite of a baby, jes' as she held you dear mamma my Miss Laura. Ah was her mammy, an' she growed up right under ma eye. Don' you understun', honey? The Avions was mah white folks. "When Mistah Day come co'tin' an' merried yo' mamma, and kerrled her off here to Greensboro, Ah come along, too.
Coston?" she rejoined, ignoring his compliment. "Do I remember her! The belle of fo' counties, my dear eve'ybody at her feet; five or six gentlemen co'tin' her at once; old Captain Barkeley, cross as a bear wouldn't let her marry this one or that one kep' her guessin' night and day, till one of 'em blew his brains out, and then she fainted dead away.
He nach'elly scorned to bring home a squirrel shot back of the ears. He killed four men in fair knife fightin', an' each time come free in co'te. He was six foot in the clean, could hug like a bar, and he wa'n't skeered of anything that drawed the breath of life." "Tell me, Aunt Mandy," I said, "tell me how he came courting you, anyway." "He never did no great at co'tin'," said she, grinning.
De gents, dey wuz a co'tin, but Miss Meadows, she don't wanter marry none un um, en needer duz de gals, en likewise dey don't wanter have um pester'n 'roun. Las', one Chuseday, Miss Meadows, she tole um dat ef dey come down ter her house de nex' Sat'day evenin', de whole caboodle on um 'ud go down de road a piece, whar der wuz a big flint rock, en de man w'at could take a sludge-hammer en knock de dus' out'n dat rock, he wuz de man w'at 'ud git de pick er de gals.
"De niggers wuz all monst'us sorry w'en de match wuz bust' up, fer now Mars Jeems got wusser 'n he wuz befo' he sta'ted sweethea'tin'. De time he useter spen' co'tin' Miss Libbie he put in findin' fault wid de niggers, en all his bad feelin's 'ca'se Miss Libbie th'owed 'im ober he 'peared ter try ter wuk off on de po' niggers.
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