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Ef he had come f'om roun' yere I 'd be skeered ter keep 'im, fer de w'ite folks 'u'd prob'ly be lookin' fer 'im. But I knows ev'ybody w'at's be'n conscripted fer ten miles 'roun', an' dis yere boy don' b'long in dis neighborhood. W'en 'e gits so 'e kin he'p 'isse'f we 'll put 'im up in de lof an' hide 'im till de Yankees come.
"It was mighty lonesome the way he died, too, in dat big house, dat was stripped by de soldiers, an' ev'ybody dead belonging to him Miss De Willoughby, an' de young ladies, an' Marse Romaine, an' Marse De Courcy no one lef but dat boy. It was mighty lonesome, sah." "Yes, that's so," said Dr. Atkinson, reflectively. After a few moments' silence, he added, "Whom do you want me to tell this to?
"I'm a-gittin' out de hose to lay de dus' yonnah." He stretched an arm along the cross-bar of the reel, relaxing himself, apparently, for conversation. "Y'all done change consid'able, Miss Airil," he continued, with the directness of one sure of privilege. "You think so, Sam?" "Yes'm. Ev'ybody think so, I reckon. Be'n a tai'ble lot o' talkum 'bout you to-day.
Not that he ain't a thinkin' at the time that he will do what he promises, but ev'ybody knows you have ter take what Marse Big Josh says with a dose of salts. I don't mean he wouldn't be proud an' glad ter have us-alls come an' visit him, but I mean he ain't liable ter be a flyin' any time soon er late in this here world er yet the world ter come. He ain't ter say sanctified."
I reckon she would, spite er her gittin' up so in de worl'; fer she wuz alluz good ter ev'ybody, an' dat let even ME in," he concluded with a sigh. "Who is the lady, Tryon?" asked one of the young men, addressing the knight who had taken the handkerchief. "A Miss Warwick," replied the knight pleasantly, "Miss Rowena Warwick, the lawyer's sister."
"An' Dod bless ev'ybody, Uncle Leviticus, an' Aunt Jinny, an' Johanna, an' Willis, an' Trudie, an' C'nelius" a sigh "an mom-a, an' that's all an' " "And pop-a?" No response. The mother prompted again. Still the child was silent. "And pop-a, you know the best last." "An' Dod bless the best last," said Barbara, sadly. A pause. "Don't you know all good little girls ask God to bless their pop-a's?"
"'De Lor'! Will he take ev'ybody 'long, too, Clem? "'Good Lor', no! He's goin' to get his army, and den he'll come an' fetch all de niggahs. "'De Lor'! "Trying to get closer, I made a rustling of the bushes, and the young imps shot through them like weasles before I could lay hands on them. Now, what do you think of that?"
Ben knowed ole Mars Marrabo had a good 'memb'ance an' alluz done w'at he said, so he wuz monst'us keerful not ter gib 'm no 'casion fer ter use his 'memb'ance on him. An' so fer mos' a whole yeah Ben 'nied hisse'f an' nebber teched a drap er nuffin'. "But it's h'ad wuk ter larn a ole dog new tricks, er ter make him fergit de ole uns, an' po' Ben's time come bimeby, jes' lak ev'ybody e'se's does.
"I'm all yeddy now, so good-bye ev'ybody," she said at last. "Good-bye," said gentle grandma, holding up the little face to kiss the firm red lips. "I am afraid I shall miss my little girl to-night when I want the red stand drawn out for the drop light; and I'm sure grandpa will need his slippers."
"How do you know me?" he said. "This is the first time I have been in Washington and I've not been here an hour." "I knowed you, Doctah Atkinson, sah, in Delisleville, Delisle County. Ev'ybody knowed you, Doctah! I was dar endurin' er de war. I was dar de time you you an' Judge De Willoughby passed shots 'bout dat Confed'ate flag." "What do you want?" said Dr. Atkinson, somewhat unsmilingly.
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