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Where'd the army be if they obeyed that one about not covetin' a horse or other movable property? I tell you what we'll do, since you're so milky on the thing: We'll drive up in front of our house, unload enough boards for our floor, you git out your gun and bayonet and stand guard over 'em, and I'll drive the wagon down near the bridge, and jump off and leave it."
His voice was full of tears, and when he said "Amen," and Nimbus rose from his knees and put forth his hand to help him as he scrambled upon his bench, the cripple caught the hand and pressed it close, as he said: "Bress God, Nimbus, I'se seen de time often an' often 'nough when I'se hed ter ax de Lor' ter keep me from a-envyin' an' grudgin' de white folks all de good chances dey hed in dis world; but now I'se got ter fight agin' covetin' anudder nigga's luck.
You see we was brought up neighbors, an' we went to school together, the Brays an' me. 'T was a special Providence brought us home this road, I've been so covetin' a chance to git to see 'em. My lameness hampers me." "I'm glad we come this way, myself," said Mrs. Trimble. "I'd like to see just how they fare," Miss Rebecca Wright continued.
You see we was brought up neighbors, an' we went to school together, the Brays an' me. 'T was a special Providence brought us home this road, I've been so covetin' a chance to git to see 'em. My lameness hampers me." "I'm glad we come this way, myself," said Mrs. Trimble. "I'd like to see just how they fare," Miss Rebecca Wright continued.
Somehow, even Parsley itself could be hardly more forlorn. "Yes'm," said Miss Wright, "that's where they live now, poor things. I know the place, though I ain't been up here for years. You don't suppose, Mis' Trimble I ain't seen the girls out to meetin' all winter. I've re'lly been covetin'" "Why, yes, Rebecca, of course we could stop," answered Mrs. Trimble heartily.
Somehow, even Parsley itself could be hardly more forlorn. "Yes'm," said Miss Wright, "that's where they live now, poor things. I know the place, though I ain't been up here for years. You don't suppose, Mis' Trimble I ain't seen the girls out to meetin' all winter. I've re'lly been covetin'" "Why, yes, Rebecca, of course we could stop," answered Mrs. Trimble heartily.
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