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"No, darling, but you may go with me and carry my sunshade. I'm so sorry Docia can't smooth your dress. Was it much crumpled?" "Oh, dreadfully! And I did so want to wear it this evening. Do you think Aunt Docia could show me how to iron?"
"This is just right," she said; "be careful not to get your fingers burned, and remember to sprinkle the clothes well. Do you know what mother wants?" "I think it's about taking something to Aunt Dinah. Docia told her she was sick." "Then I wish Docia would learn to hold her tongue," commented Cynthia, as she left the kitchen. She found Mrs.
Docia, who stood like an ebony image of Bellona behind her mistress's chair, waving a variegated tissue paper fly screen over the coffee-urn, was heard to think aloud that "dish yer stitch ain' helt up er blessed minute sence befo' daylight."
Pendleton entered with the humble and apologetic manner in which she always intruded upon her husband's pursuits. There was an accepted theory in the family, shared even by Uncle Isam and Aunt Docia, that whenever Gabriel was left alone for an instant, his thoughts naturally deflected into spiritual paths.
A cup of coffee and a bit of toast is all I can possibly stand in the morning. I was up early, for Docia was threatened with one of her heart attacks, and it always gives me a little headache to miss my morning nap." "Then you can't go to market, Lucy; it is out of the question," insisted the rector. "After thirty years you might as well make up your mind to trust me, my dear."
At this, Docia muttered audibly that she "ain' got no time ter be sho'in' nobody nuttin'." "There, now, Docia, you mustn't lose your temper," observed Gabriel as he rose from his chair. It was at such moments that the remembered joys of slavery left a bitter after taste on his lips. Clearly it was impossible to turn into the streets a servant who had once belonged to you!
"Lila is sick with a cold and wants me; but how you and Christopher will manage to get on is more than I can say." "Oh, we'll worry along with Docia, never fear," replied Tucker, hobbling into his seat at the supper table, as Christopher came in from the woods with the heavy moisture dripping from his clothes.
"You're perfectly right, brother," she said; "and I know I'm an ungrateful creature, so you needn't take the trouble to tell me. As long as you do me the honour to live beneath my roof, you shall eat the whole hog or none to your heart's content." Then, as Docia, a large black woman, with brass hoops in her ears, appeared to bear away the supper tray, Mrs.
"I do wish you would make Docia help you," said Lila, in a voice that sounded as if she were speaking in her own defense. Cynthia wrung out a blue jean shirt of Christopher's, spread it on an old lilac-bush, and pushed a stray lock of hair back with her wrist. "There's no use talking like that when you know Docia has heart disease and can't scrub the clothes clean," she responded.
It appeared imperative that he should see her in white muslin, and she resolved that if it cost Docia her life she would have the flounces of her dress smoothed before evening. She, who was by nature almost morbidly sensitive to suffering, became, in the hands of this new and implacable power, as ruthless as Fate. "Now I'm ready, Jinny dear. Are you tired waiting?" asked Mrs.
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