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"Looked like dat dem chaps wat's layin' out dat railroad, dar, ain't seen a woman's face fo' yeahs an' yeahs, de way dey flocked aroun'. Ev'y tent in de destruction camp war at deir suhvice in five minutes." Frank was busy at the fire with frying-pan and bacon. The old negro was worn out. The young man disregarded his uneasy protests and made him sit in comfort while he cooked a supper for him.
Ev'y now en den 'is feet'd 'mence ter torment 'im, en 'is min' 'u'd git all mix' up, en his conduc' kep' gittin' wusser en wusser, 'tel fin'ly de w'ite folks couldn' stan' it no longer, en Mars' Dugal' tuk Hannibal back down ter de qua'ters. "'Mr.
It was a dreary morning every way. The breakfast was poor and scant. Aunt Mandy defended herself. "Ev'y thing done give out," she declared. "Mis' Charlotte been so occapied she done forgot to order things f'om town." Convicted, Charlotte looked at Willy, then hastily took the defensive. "Mandy ought to have reminded me," she declared. "No, ma'am," responded Mandy.
"Well, all I got to say is thishere; if he's a-goin' to come to see you ev'y day then I ain't never comin' no mo'. He's been acarryin' on his foolishness 'bout 's long as I can stand it. You got to chose 'tween us right this minute; he come down here mos' ev'y day, he's tuck you drivin' more'n fifty hundred times, an' he's give you all the candy you can stuff."
There were to be a library, "'efecto'ies," consultation rooms, classrooms, a publication department, a big underground printing establishment. "Nowadays," she said, "ev'y gate movement must p'int."
"He's ole Aunt Blue-Gum Tempy's Peruny Pearline's boy; an' Peruny Pearline," he continued enthusiastically, "she ain't no ord'nary nigger, her hair ain't got nare kink an' she's got the grandes' clo'es. They ain't nothin' snide 'bout her. She got ten chillens an' ev'y single one of 'em's got a diff'unt pappy, she been married so much. They do say she got Injun blood in her, too."
"Gobble dat pie, boy," he gasped, "gobble up ev'y crumb an' splinter." Now, as the scratchy noise sounded at the door, the cook laid his pipe on a shelf and glanced up at a big carving-knife that hung from a rack above his head. "Who's dah?" he demanded cautiously. "Lemme in," said a mild, low voice, "I want some o' that pie."
"No'm, Miss Julia, I ain' lef no baskit on no front po'che! I got jus' th'ee markit baskits in the livin' worl' an' they ev'y las' one an' all sittin' right where I kin lay my han's on 'em behime my back do'. No'm, Miss Julia, I take my solemn oaf I ain' lef no " But here she debouched upon the porch, and in spite of the darkness perceived herself to be in the presence of distinguished callers.
I was not startled at the irreverence of the expression, however, as sacred names were familiar interjections of Mammy's, as of all her race. "Ev'y button off'n these draw's," Mammy answered to my alarmed question alarmed because I anticipated some disaster to my wardrobe. "Hit's a mortal shame. I'll take 'em home, an' Monday I'll get some buttons on Broad Street an' sew um on."
"Marse Chan he didn' speak fur a minit, an' den he said: 'Who is with you? Dat wuz ev'y wud. "'No one, sez she; 'I came alone. "'My God! sez he, 'you didn' come all through those woods by yourse'f at this time o' night?
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