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"Das true, Geo'ge. He am a t'oughtful man. Anyhow, we kin do not'ing more, 'cept wait an' see. But I's much more 'plexed about Hester, for eben if de sailor am a good an' true man, as you say, he can't keep her or his-self alibe on not'ing in de mountains, no more'n he could swim wid her on his back across de Mederainyon!" Again the middy was silent for a time.
"Fatha," she said to Claxon, with the authority of a woman doing her duty, "I'm not going to let Geo'ge go up to Middlemount, with all the excitement. It will be as much as he can do to get home. You can tell mother about it; and the rest. I did suppose it would be Mr. Richling that would marry us, and I always wanted him to, but I guess somebody else can do it as well."
The girl did not reply. "She's dumb!" said Peter quickly. "Ah, poor thing!" returned Foster, in a voice of pity. "Deaf, too, I suppose?" "Well, I don't know as to dat, Geo'ge." "Is this one dumb too?" asked the middy, pointing to the coffee-hole. "Oh dear no!" interposed Lilly. "Sally a'n't dumb; she's awrful sharp with 'er tongue!"
"She ought to be deaf anyhow, considering the row she kicks up down there!" "Come now, Geo'ge, it's time we was goin'. So pick up de baskit an' go ahead." Bidding Mrs Lilly an affectionate adieu, the two shaves left the cellar, to the intense relief of poor Hester, who scarce knew whether to laugh or cry over the visit.
Don' you know it's her as cooks all our wittles?" "How could I know, Peter, for you never call her anything but `cook? But I'm glad you have told me, for I'll regard her now with increased respect from this day forth." "Das right, Geo'ge. You can't pay 'er too much respec'. Now we'll go an' look at de works."
Your greatness might have made you aware o' that," returned the sailor quietly. An eye-shutting grin was Peter's reply to this, and further converse was stopped by the sound of clattering hoofs. "Massa!" exclaimed the negro, listening. "Das good. No time lost. Come wid me, you sham nigger, an' I's gib you somet'ing to tickle you stummik. You go an' look arter de hoss, Geo'ge."
Peter had from the first positively refused to sit down to meals in a dining-party room! "No, Geo'ge," he said, when our middy proposed it to him, on the occasion of their arrival at his mother's home "No, Geo'ge. I won't do it. Das flat! I's not bin used to it. My proper speer is de kitchen.
Besides, do you t'ink I'd forsake my Angelica an' leabe her to feed alone downstairs, w'ile her husband was a-gorgin' of his-self above? Neber! It's no use for you, Geo'ge, to say you'd be happy to see her too, for she wouldn't do it, an' she's as obsnit as me an' more! Now you make your mind easy, I'll be your mudder's black flunkey for lub, not for munny. So you hole your tongue, Geo'ge!"
I's noticed, in my 'sperience, dat de young slabes as has got most self-conceit an' imprence is allers hardest to kill." "I scarce know whether to take that as encouragement or otherwise," returned Foster, with the first laugh he had given vent to for a long time. "Take it how you please, Geo'ge, as de doctor said to de dyin' man won't matter much in de long-run.
When you sit opposite you gaze too much and make me uncomfortable." "Certainly, dear one," said I. "But pray don't call me Geo'ge say Geo-r-ge. There's an r in it, you know." "Yes, Geo-o-o-r-r-r-r-ge!"
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