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He was rather amazed at his utter lack of agitation. He was as calm as if he were making a call upon a casual acquaintance. His mother and brother, whom he had not seen in ten years! The great oak-door drew in, and he entered unceremoniously. "Why, Marse A'thuh, I di'n't see yo' go out!" exclaimed the old negro servant. "I am not Arthur; I am his brother Paul. Which door?"
"So I is, massa awrful trus'ful! Kin trus' you wid a'most anyt'ing. Trus' dis yer Injin gal wid untol' gol'. Trus' Sooz'n wid de whole world, an' eberyt'ing else besides, but I's not quite so sure about dis yer Pedro. Di'n't he say dar's noos to tell, an' he wants help, an' der's mischif a-brewin'? An' ain't I sure 'nuff dat he's got suffin to do wid de mischif, or he wouldn't be so secret?"
"We di'n't ought to have set off before dinner," said the squire with after-the-event wisdom. "We ought to have waited till after dinner." "You ought to have brought sumthin'," said William severely. "You're the squire. You're not much of a squire not to have brought sumthin' for me to eat." "An' me," put in Ginger. "If I'd brought any I'd have brought it for me more'n for you."
I want to know if it belongs to you really. Dick says it's all your very own, but I don't more'n half believe him. I say you must have copied it out of some book. Now, di'n't ee? 'I don't know, said Paul huskily. 'What is it? 'It's a piece of poetry, she said. 'Can you make poetry? 'I try sometimes, said Paul. It cost an effort to answer.
Susy roused herself after the third request, and sleepily asked if something else wouldn't do? "I had a little nobby-colt." "No, no, you di'n't, you di'n't; grandma had the nobby! Tell yellow gell." "O," sighed Susy, "how can you want to hear that so many, many times? Well, once when I was a little bit of a girl " "'Bout's big as me, you said," put in Dotty.
William, glaring from out his eye-hole and refusing to remove his head, defended himself in his best manner. "Well I di'n't tell him to run away, did I? I di'n't mean him to run away. I only looked at him. Well, I was goin' to slink in a minit. I only wanted to look at him. I was goin' to slink." "Oh, never mind! Get on with the play!" moaned Mrs. de Vere Carter.
"Do you know," she said, slowly, "that we've all been looking for that mincin' machine for the last half-hour?" "No," he said without much interest, "I di'n't. I'd have told you I was mendin' it if you'd told me you was lookin' for it. It's wrong," he went on aggrievedly. "I can't make anything with it. Look!
MILLIE SAMPSON: Millie Sampson, 182 W. 14th St. Miami, Florida, was born in Manning, S.C. only three years 'bfo' Peace". "My mother and father were born on the same plantation and I di'n't have nothin' to do 'sept play with the white children and have plenty to eat. My mother and father were field han's. I learned to talk from the white children."
"Her Uncle Willum sent them brown uns along of her brown hat wi' th' welwet bow." "Now, ain't yu a-lyin', Mis' Green, as yu lay there o' yer deathbed? Them tales may ha' flung dust i' th' eyes o' yer old man, them i' my hid is too sharp for no sech a story. Di'n't I see th' name o' 'Bunn o' Wotton' on th' bag th' hat come out of?
"Eh bien, old woman," said Mandarin, turning, without rising, and speaking sharply in the negro French, "have you any reason to give why you should not be hung to that limb over your head?" She lifted her eyes slowly to his, and made a feeble gesture of deprecation. "Mo té pas fé cette bras, Mawse Challie I di'n't mek dat ahm; no 'ndeed I di'n', Mawse Challie.
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