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Updated: June 23, 2025
Somehow, she got the inside out o' things, an' drew it in like breathin', an' lit it up, an' lived it more. I donno's you know what I'm talkin' about. But Mis' Proudfit an' Clementina don't do that way.
"Oh, if Black Bill only would go a little faster!" "Fact," said Mr. Tisbett, rolling the tobacco quid into his other cheek. "I was what ye might call a nat'ral doctor, bone-setter, and all that; never took a diplomy but land sakes alive, I donno's it's necessary, when ye got to make a bone into shape, to set an' pint to a piece o' paper to tell where ye was eddicated.
"Donno's I can go travellin' round after 'em, if that's what you mean," said Sim, putting the envelope in his rough breast pocket, and turning off. Sylvie was standing on the stone steps, bidding the Sherretts good-by; Amy was just seated in the gig, and Rodney about to spring in beside her, when Sim Atwill drove up the avenue in the rusty covered wagon that did telegraph errands.
And when she came back, she said nothing at all for a little, and the axe did not go on. "We mustn't tell Mis' Proudfit yet," she put it, presently, "not till we can think. I donno's we ever can tell her. The dyin' an' the disgrace an' the other name an' the hurt about Linda's needin' things ... Peleg thinks not tell her, too." "At least," I said, "we can wait, for a little. Until they come home."
"'An', s'I, 'even if I should give her somethin' else to put on in the mornin', an' sly this into the coffin on Jennie, I donno's I'd want to. The shroud, s'I, ''s been wore. "Mis' Holcomb sort o' kippered some like a shiver. "'I donno what it is about its bein' wore first, s'she, 'but I guess it ain't so much what it is as what it ain't. Or sim'lar. "An' I knew what she meant.
They see what I was doin', well enough only I donno's they'd 'a' called it what I did, 'bout the Lord's housekeepin' an all. An' I knew I couldn't gentle 'Leven into the i-dee, but I judged I could shock it into her same as her an' the Big Lil kind have to hev. Some folks you hev to shoot i-dees at, muzzle to brain.
And it'll give the children a chance to get acquainted." "I might as well," Mary assented listlessly. "There's no need to hurry home, as I know of, except keeping you waiting." "Oh, I don't mind," Mis' Winslow told her. "Better come around through town, too. It's some farther, but he'll like the lights. What's the little chap's name?" she asked; "I donno's I've heard you say."
'Bout the only thing the Lord seems to 'a' put in my hand is time. I've got oodles o' that, layin' 'round loose." Mis' Photographer Sturgis was in the big garden chair, wrapped in a shawl, her feet on an inverted flower-pot. "I'm tryin' to think," she said, looking sidewise at the ground. "I donno's I know how I could earn a cent, convenient. It ain't real easy for women to earn.
This woman, here, she's ez sweet a creetur's ever I see; 'n' ez bound up 'n thet baby's yer could ask enny woman to be; 'n' 's fur thet man, can't yer see, Jeff, he jest worships the ground she walks on? Thet's a fact, Jeff. I donno's ever I see a white man think so much uv a woman; come, naow, Jeff, d' yer think yer ever did yerself?" Aunt Ri was excited.
Ramona, with smiles which won both mother and son, repeated after him both names, getting neither exactly right at first trial, and finally said, "I like 'Aunt Ri' best; she is so kind, like aunt, to every one." "Naow, ain't thet queer, Jos," said Aunt Ri, "aout here 'n thes wilderness to ketch sumbody sayin' thet, jest what they all say ter hum? I donno's I'm enny kinder'n ennybody else.
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