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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Saved!" he cried, in a voice of choking triumph, as he rose and held up the rescued and smoking doll. "Doan! my da'ling Doan!" cried Flo, extending her arms eagerly to receive the martyr. By that time the house was fairly alight in its upper storey, despite the utmost efforts of all the men to extinguish the fire with buckets of water.
"You've dot your best muslin fock on, da'ling, an it'll be spoiled; but I don't care for zat. Now, say your pays, Doan." With this admonitory remark, Flo screwed up a piece of paper, went to the fireplace, made a very long arm through the fender, and lighted it. Next moment she applied the flame to the faggots, which blazed up with surprising rapidity.
"Yes, I knows dat, Sooz'n," replied her husband, with an expression of the deepest woe. "Well, den " "No, Sooz'n, it's ill den." "Quashy!" "Yes?" "Hol' your tongue." "Yes, da'ling." "Well, den," began Susan again, with serious emphasis, "don' 'trupt me agin, or I'll git angry. Well, massa, you know, is so honoribic dat he wouldn't deceive nobody not even a skeeter."
"But come, Sooz'n, da'ling," said Quashy, starting as if he had just recollected something, "you said you was gwine to tell me suffin as would make my hair stan' on end. It'll be awrful strong if it doos dat, for my wool am stiff, an' de curls pritty tight." "Yes, I comed here wid you a-purpose to tell you," replied the bride, "an' to ax your 'pinion. But let's go ober to dat seat in de sun.
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