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Updated: June 14, 2025
He ain' Betsey's, nohow. He's Rindy's Lije, en' he's de mos' out'n out pesterer sence Mose wuz born." "Rindy!" exclaimed Eugenia in surprise, lightly touching the small black body with her foot. "Why, I didn't know Rindy was married. She's working at the house now." Delphy seized the child and held him at arm's length while she applied a sounding box. "Go 'way f'om yer, honey," she said.
Bright, and tell Delphy to bring pillows. Give him to me." Her voice was firm, and there was no tremor in her large, helpful hands. When Eugenia returned, the general was still lying upon the hearth rug, his head supported by pillows. Miss Chris had opened one of the western windows, and a cool, damp air filled the room. The rain had begun again, descending with a soft, purring sound.
"I ain' seen 'em swum es dey swum roun' Miss Meely," he muttered, while Aunt Verbeny shook her fist at him behind the stranger's back. "De a'r wuz right thick wid 'em." "I reckon dis chile'll be mah'r'd soon es she sets her min' on it," returned Delphy indignantly. "She ain' gwineter have ter do much cuttin' er de eyelashes, needer. De beaux come natch'ul."
An' when me'n de ole man come home from de funeral dey buried him in de white folks' buryin'-groun, long side o' Miss May's little gal what died an' put a tombstone at de head when we come home from de funeral dat night, de ole man look at de baby on my lap an' he say, 'Delphy, honey, he say, 'I think disher baby mout be name Grief. An' we name him Grief."
"Give us somethin' to eat, Mammy, please," said Jim. "An' some craw-fish bait and a piece of string," put in the other two in a breath. "I ain't a gwine to do it, chillun," replied Mammy Delphy, giving them a gentle push with her elbow, for they were leaning coaxingly against her shoulders, "I ain't a gwine to do it.
"Why, Delphy!" exclaimed Bernard, interrupting the flow of speech. "What's the matter with Moses?" Delphy snorted contemptuously and took breath for procedure, when the sharp cry of a baby came from Moses' cabin, and Eugenia broke in excitedly: "Why, there's a baby in there, Delphy! Whose baby is that?" "Git er long wid you, chile," said Delphy. "You knows er plum sight mo' now'n you ought ter."
Then she added with a snort: "Hit's es black es er crow's foot." "Is it Betsey's baby?" "I reckon'tis. Moses he says ez what'tis, but he's de mos' outlandish nigger on dis yer place. Dar ain' no relyin' on him, noways." "When did it come, Delphy? Who brought it? I saw Dr. Debs yesterday, an' his saddle-bag bulged mightily." "De Lawd didn't brung hit," returned Delphy emphatically.
"Mammy Delphy," said Joe, when they were out under the vines again and Mammy had recommenced her work, "what made you name Uncle Grief, Grief? That's a mighty funny name, ain't it, boys?"
During Dudley's absence Eugenia gave herself up to as much of the baby as Delphy grudgingly allowed her, sewing, in the long intervals, on tiny slips as delicate as cobwebs. Even this occupation was not wholly a peaceful one. "Des wait twel he begin ter crawl, en' den whar'l dose spider webs be?" propounded Delphy in the afternoon of the third day.
And the domineca pullet, and the two roosters we bought from Delphy." And when Sampson had seized upon the victims of the fiat she turned to inspect the bunches of fowls offered by neighbouring breeders.
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