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I used ter think we wuz ez happy ez birds Miss Di-an an' me but I declare the house seems lonesum now when he leaves in the mornin'. He's alluz at it, whistle, whistle, whistle. 'Tain't none o' them screechin' whistles that takes the top off of your head an' leaves the inside a' hummin', but it's jest as soft an' sweet an' low! Sometimes I think he's prayin', it's that lovely.
Then she went out to interview Thomas, the butcher's boy, who came three times a week with supplies. "The sweet-breads hez cum, Miss Di-an," she said, appearing in the porch before her mistress. "Well, Unavella," said Miss Diana, with a pleasant smile, "you expected them, did you not? We ordered them, you know. They are very nutritious, I think." "Hum!
It's my belief it puts Miss Di-an in mind o' someone, fer she jest sets in the porch, when he's a' tinkerin' round in the evenings or dig-gin' in the gardin he's never satisfied unless everything's jest kep spick an' span an' there's the sweetest smile on her face, an' the dreamy look in her eyes thet folks' eyes don't never hev 'cept when they're episodin' with their past.
"Do you see anything wrong with that?" The faithful soul threw her apron over her head with a sob. "Oh, Miss Di-an!" she wailed, "it means the company's all a set of cheats, an' the biggest rogue of the lot hez lit out run away an' taken the money the Gin'rel left you along with him." Miss Diana received the news in absolute silence.
"I used ter think," she confided to her bosom friend, "thet boarders wuz good fer nuthin' 'cept ter be an aggervation an' a plague; but I couldn't think o' nuthin' else ter do, an' I made up my mind I'd ruther put up with 'em than lose Miss Di-an, even ef their antics did make me gray-headed afore the year wuz out. But I needn't hev worritted.
"I decide to hev you keep yer hum, an' the things in it, an' me too. The hull on it is, Miss Di-an, I won't be left!" and Unavella buried her face in her hands and sobbed aloud. "You dear Unavella!" Miss Diana laid her soft hand upon the toil-roughened ones. "If you only knew how I dread the thought of leaving you! But what else is there for me to do?" "Gentlemen boarders," was the terse reply.
When her work was finished she came back to the porch where Miss Diana was sitting very still in the moonlight. "Miss Di-an!" she exclaimed impetuously, "don't you go fer to be thinkin' of sellin'! I've got a plan that beats the li-yar's all holler, ef he duz wear a wig." "Sit down, Unavella," said her mistress kindly, "and tell me what it is."
Then she went down-stairs and there was a strange, exalted look upon her sweet face. "Unavella," she cried softly, "I have found the sunlight, for I can say 'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD." "Oh, Miss Di-an!" wailed Unavella, "I b'lieve you're goin' ter die an' be an angul afore the moon changes!"
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