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I choked, dropping my head on his shoulder. "What dey do to mah l'il Mars' George?" he said, soothingly. "'Spec' some one done git saucy! Huh! Who care? Dar de sign! Dar de ghos'-ring! Mars' George, yo' is dess boun' to wed, suh! Miss Dorry, she dess boun' to wed, too " "But not with me, Cato, not with me. There's another man coming for Miss Dorry, Cato. She has promised him."
She tol' me all about the devil-ment dat's been goin' on and is a-gwine to go on down in dat country. Hit's right in whah Cunnel Blount lives. I've knowed for yeahs, o' co'se, how frien'ly you two is to each otheh. Now, Mas' Edd'ern, you've been right good to me. I dess thought seein' dat I couldn't pay you nohow I'd tell you dis heah, and you could do whut you liked.
"I dess this is a nice place for my house," he said suddenly, as the path he had been following led into a small open space, across which lay a fallen tree, with gray moss, which looked like hair, hanging to its trunk. It was a nice place; also, Archie's feet were tired, and he was growing hungry, which aided in the decision. The ground about the fallen tree was carpeted with thick mosses.
Ole Suh William Johnsing, he done buy me; Suh John, he done sell me; Mars Varick, he buy me; an' hyah ah is, suh heart dess daid foh de Halifax san's." He bent his withered head and laid his face on my hands, but no tear fell. After a moment he straightened, snuffled, and smiled, opening his lips with a dry click. "H'it's dat-a-way, suh. Ole Cato dess 'bleged to fix up de young marster.
Kitty Silver shook her head. "He lose his struggle, honey! Miss Julia, she out fer the big class. She ain't stedyin' about him 'cept maybe dess to let him run her erran's.
'One of 'em's as fat as bofe them Berjum cats, she say: 'an' it's on'y got one eye, she say. 'Well, Miss Julia, ma'am, I say 'one thing; they come out white, all 'cept dess around that there skinnier one's eye, I say: 'dess the same you tell me they goin' to, I say. 'You right about that much, ma'am! I say." "Oh, me!" Mrs. Johnson moaned, worn with applausive laughter.
"Yass, 'm, but he make his promise to Miss Flo'a he won't tech de gun hisseff." What! Miss Flora ? "Oh, she be'n, but she gone ag'in. Law'! she a brave un! It e'en a'most make me brave, dess to see de high sperits she in!" The narrator departed. How incredible was the hour.
She's just tryin' to haul off one of his shoes when 'Ikky-boy cuts loose with the rough motions, fists and feet both in action, until she has to straighten up to save her hat and her hair. "Dess one 'ittle toe-tiss?" she begs. "Say," demands 'Ikky-boy, pushin' her face away fretful, "where oo get 'at stuff?" "Wha-a-at?" gasps Mrs. Butt.
"I nev' DID hear it!" said George. "I uz dess sittin' thinkum to myse'f an' she pop in my head 'lamiDAL, dess like 'at! An' she soun' so good, seem like she GOTTA mean somep'm!" "Come to think of it, I believe she does mean something. Why, yes " "Do she?" cried George. "WHAT she mean?" "It's exactly the word for the statue," said Bibbs, with conviction, as he climbed into the car.
"I dess you don't know how to hear me say 'em, Jimmy!" she announced inexorably. And picking up the skirt of her blue homespun "nightie," so that she showed her little red woollen socks and white deer-hide moccasins, she tripped forth into the big, noisy room.
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