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"Oh, they're better!" Ma breathed. "It's too bad Allie's got to spoil ever'thing." "I shall speak to her. We won't let her spoil anything. Now tell me how you play." But Ma flushed faintly, and for some time longer she refused her confidence. It didn't matter; it was all an old woman's foolishness; nobody would understand.
Marse Greer had done sunk all de silver in de duck pond an' hid out de horses an' cows in de big cane-brake what used to be on dis side o' Sowashee Creek. But, Lor!, it didn' do no good. Sherman done caught on by dat time 'bout how to fin' things. Dey got ever'thing an' burned Marse Greer's barn. Day lef' de house an' didn' bother de fam'ly 'cause dey called deyse'fs company.
She said folks found 'em somewhere over here in Virginny, an' all her life she was a-wishin' fer one an' she never could git it" her eyes filled "seems like ever'thing she wanted is a-comin' to me." "Do you know the story of it, too?" asked Hale. June shook her head. "Sister Sally said it was a luck-piece.
De mistis 'ud dress me up an' I'd carry de likker an' drinks' roun' 'mongst de peoples. 'Would you prefer dis here mint julip, Marster? Or maybe you'd relish dis here special wine o' de Judge's. 'Dem white folks sho' could lap up dem drinks, too. De Judge had de bes' o' ever'thing. "Dey was always a heap o' fresh meat in de meat house.
"Oh, you mean a fighter?" "Sure. My last dawg could do ever'thing in sight. She was so game she went after herself in a lookin'-glass and got kilt. Oh, they's money in dawgs, and I knows how to make 'em win ever' time." Sandy, tired as he was from the day's excitement, insisted upon going in search of one at once.
Us dug up de groun' wide a grubbin' hoe an' raised pun-kins an' plenty o' chickens an' ever'thing. "Us lived nice. My people was smart. My white people was good white people. Dey warnt brutish; never whupped us or nothin' lak dat. I don' know nothin' 'bout no meanness. "Mr. Higgins he died pretty soon an' Miss Lizzie went to teachin' school. Her chillun Miss Annie an' dem would try to teach us.
The newspaper men said he never lost a trail that nobody who stayed on the ground had ever got away from him. "They know ever'thing, these newspaper men," she went on. "They advised me right. Tom, two years ain't long. We waited longer than that to get married. Remember, Tom? We ain't old yet.... "Poor old gal," said Tom.
Dat's how come I is Berry Smith. "Dey didn' have no schools for us an' didn' teach us nothin' but work. De bull-whip an' de paddle was all de teachin' we got. De white preachers used to preach to de Niggers sometimes in de white folks' church, but I didn' go much. "We had fun in dem days in spite o' ever'thing. De pranks we used to play on dem paterollers!
"Yeah, right now," carped Rose. "Ever'thing he wants, he wants right now. He's been res'less as a cat in a bulldog's den ever sence he come home fuh dinner. Dunno whut's come into he ole bones, runnin' th'ugh his dinner lak a razo'-back." She withdrew in a continued mumble of censure.
It sounds good the way you tell it, but it seems like ever'thing round this burg sounds good till you test it out and so I guess you better count me out and find yourself a partner somewheres else." There was definiteness in his refusal; the shake of his head emphasized it too.
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