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Bewildered, she exclaimed: "Dey ain't nothin' heah, Miss Laura, but five great big one hundred dollah bills!" "Take two," said Laura. "And look in that upper drawer. You'll find some pawn-tickets there." "Yassum," said the negress, obeying instructions. "Dat's real money dem's yellow backs, sure!" "Take the two top ones," continued Laura, "and go get my lace gown and one of the hats.

Here, Yoe, and you, Yulia, come ofer an' talk to de leddy! Dem's our children, ma'am, and de baby in de grib." Madge was glad to greet the rosy, round-cheeked children, who advanced timidly towards her and stared at her out of big blue eyes. Hesitatingly she took the seat Stefan had indicated with a big thumb, and suddenly a ravenous hunger came upon her.

"Dem's de bestest an' most special hankowitches o' Mirabell's pa, an' he's very 'tickler how dey is washed. Better let me have dem, honey." Mandy reached over to take the handkerchiefs from Liza Ann, and at that moment the little colored girl saw something red and yellow among them. "Oh, what a funny handkowitch!" she called, and the next moment they all saw the Calico Clown.

"By de great gorramity!" muttered Snowball, "a doan't b'lieb one ob dem's leff 'board dat boat, 'ceptin de ole 'kipper himseff; an ob him dar am nuffin leff cep'n de body. Dat man's intlek am clar gone. He am ravin' mad!" "You're right, Snowy," assented the sailor; "there be ne'er a one there but himself. At all events they ain't all there. I can tell by the way the gig sits up out o' the water.

Dey had a scrap in de dark, each finking de odder was after de jools, an' not knowin' dey was bote sleut's, an' now one of dem's bin an' taken de odder off, an' locked him in de cellar." "What on earth do you mean?" Spike giggled at the recollection. "Listen, Mr. Chames, it's dis way.

"Do dear tell me," said she, "what they are doing to those people. Who is whipping them? What have they done?" The black woman stopped, and looked round without taking her hands from her tub, and then said, as she went on rinsing, "Lorfull help you, Missis, dem's de young uns scaring de birds out of de grain." What bliss there was to her in that moment of relief!

"Missus, who is yer kinfolks back dar in Virginny, any way?" The names of several were mentioned. "Why, dem's big folks," said Uncle Joe. "Yes," said she, laughingly; "I belong to the first families of Virginia." "I don't know 'bout dat, Missus. I was dar 'fore you was, an' I don't 'long to de fus' families!"

Baron, desperately flurried, should bustle in a few moments later with orders that all hands should fly around. "What you doing here?" she asked Chunk, sharply. "I'se here ter hep, mistis. Dem's my orders from Marse Whately. He come ridin' by granny's." "Then go and kill chickens." A few moments later the dolorous outcry of fowls was added to the uproar made by the barking dogs.

"I don't know what's to become of us," said Miss Lady ruefully twisting Mike's ears. "They say unless I sell the rest of Thornwood, we won't have money enough to live on. But I won't sell another acre. I'll teach school first." Uncle Jimpson was scandalized: "Now, Miss Lady, chile, don't you git dem notions in your head. Dem's ole maid notions, you ain't no ole maid yit!

"Yes'r," the negress said, "dem's her house traps; d' landlord done gone frow'd dem out." I found her sitting with an old negress by the stove in a second-floor back tenement. "I bring you a message of love from your mother," I said, without making myself known. We talked for a few minutes. I saw nothing whatever of the girl of long ago.

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