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I 'spected to have my neck broke mor' 'n a dozen times. I never was so disgruntled in all my born days, Mah'sr Harry. Whoa dar, you yaller hoss! Won't you take a-hole, Mah'sr Harry, afore dey're de death uv me?" The old man had certainly got the horses into a mixed-up condition.
"I know." Silence again. "Two hundred thousand plunks," breathed Spike. "What a necklace!" thought Jimmy. "Keggs told me dat. De old gazebo what hands out de long woids. I could find out where dey're kept dead easy. "What a king of necklaces!" thought Jimmy. "Shall I, Mr. Chames?" "Shall you what?" asked Jimmy, coming out of his thoughts with a start.
"T'anks, mum," said the Flopper again, "but I couldn't. You needs it, an' I can get along widout it. Dey're stallin' on me, but I can get dere by myself if any one'll show me de way." "I'll show you, mister," piped a shrill voice and young Holmes on his crutch hopped into the circle. "I'll show you, mister an' 'tain't fur, neither." "Swipe me!" muttered the Flopper, as he surveyed the lad.
A w'ite man kin do w'at he wants ter a nigger, but de minute de nigger gits back at 'im, up goes de nigger, an' don' come down tell somebody cuts 'im down. If a nigger gits a' office, er de race 'pears ter be prosperin' too much, de w'ite folks up an' kills a few, so dat de res' kin keep on fergivin' an' bein' thankful dat dey're lef alive.
She finished the letters and gave them to Julius. "Let Easter's Jim take them right away, in time for the evening train. Have you seen Miss Unity?" "Yaas, ma'am. Miss Unity am in de flower gyarden wid Marse Hairston Breckinridge. Dey're training roses." "Where is Miss Molly?" "Miss Molly am in er reverence over er big book in de library." The youngest Miss Cary's voice floated in from the hall.
Dat's where our horse gits it; he's a stretch runner, he is. Dey'll have bellows to mend when he tackles 'em." To Mortimer it appeared very much as though the other horses were too fast for Lauzanne. "Isn't he losing?" he asked of his exuberant friend. "Losin' nut'in'! De kid ain't moved on him yet. De others is gallopin' der heads off; dey're chasm' de crazy skate in front.
"Well, dat's a subject dat you can't understand, and I haven't time to 'splain it. Dey're perwoken, anyhow, and dey's agwine to cotch dar pay some ob dese days." Consoled with this reflection, Zeb kept steadily upon his way, seemingly as happy as a person could be when laboring under a slight provocation. No further words passed between him and Leland for a considerable time.
Dey're gowun sure do zum monkey-doodle pizeness. Me, I see Gritschun put der kertridges in his guhn. I tink dey gowun to gome MY blace first. Dey gowun to try put me off, tek my home, bei Gott." "All right, get down in here and keep quiet, Hooven. Don't fire unless " "Here they are." A half-dozen voices uttered the cry at once. There could be no mistake this time.
At the same time Bill Lee offered, as an amendment on the lobster question, "Yer wrong 'bout de pot, Dab." "Wrong? Why" "Yes, you's wrong. Glorianny's been an' biled ebery one on 'em, an' dey're all nice an' cold by dis time." "All right. I never did eat my lobsters raw. Just you go and get them, Dick. Bring 'em right over to Ford's house."
"You can help me pick de radishes fo' breakfast," and presently our little boy, with the kind-hearted maid, was up in the garden looking for the best radishes of the early crop. "See, Freddie," said Dinah. "De red ones show above de ground. And we must only pull de ones wid de big leaves, 'cause dey're ripe."
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