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Why do they do that?" "Dun know, massa " "Please don't call me massa any more, Peter, for I'm not massa in any sense being only your friend and fellow-slave." "Well, I won't, Geo'ge. I's a-goin' to say I s'pose dey plunder de Jews 'cause dey's got lots o' money an' got no friends. Eberybody rob de Jews w'en dere's a big rumpus. But I don't t'ink dere's a row jus' now only a scare."
She use' ter stop at Mis' Wain's, but she's stayin' wid Elder Johnson now. She alluz makes some er de child'en go home wid er f'm school," said Plato, proud to find in Mars Geo'ge an appreciative listener, "sometimes one an' sometimes anudder. I's be'n home wid 'er twice, ann it'll be my tu'n ag'in befo' long."
"You not know Geo'ge?" she asked. "Never heard of him before, Dinah." "Geo'ge Foster?" "Oh, I understand! It was your way of pronouncing his name that puzzled me," returned the girl, with a faint smile. "I'm glad you are his friend, too, poor fellow!" "Well, you is a babby!" exclaimed Dinah, who had been mixing up what appeared to be black paint in a wooden bowl.
Pointing to the various things to which he referred, the Moor turned and left the apartment. "Now, Geo'ge, what you t'ink ob all dat?" asked Peter, with a broad grin, when he had translated the Moor's orders. "Really I don't know what to think of it.
Lest any one should feel perplexed by the brevity of her announcement, I may mention that dear old Mrs Liston's habit was to recognise her "Best Benefactor" night and morning by having worship in the household, and invariably conducted it herself in her soft, slightly tremulous, but still musical voice. As we descended the stairs, Eve said, "You must sit beside me to-night, Geo'ge.
"Plato," remarked Tryon impressively, as they drove into the town, "do you think you could keep a secret?" "Yas, Mars Geo'ge, ef you says I shill." "Do you see this fifty-cent piece?" Tryon displayed a small piece of paper money, crisp and green in its newness. "Yas, Mars Geo'ge," replied Plato, fixing his eyes respectfully on the government's promise to pay. Fifty cents was a large sum of money.
"I don' know, Geo'ge." "Don't know! Why d'you keep me in such anxiety? Speak, man, speak! What has happened?" "How kin I speak, Geo'ge, w'en I's a'most busted wid runnin' out here to tell you?" The perspiration that stood on Peter's sable brow, and the heaving of his mighty chest, told eloquently of the pace at which he had been running. "Dis is de way ob it, Geo'ge.
His acquaintance with Mars Geo'ge gave him the privilege of looking at money. When he grew up, he would be able, in good times, to earn fifty cents a day. "I am going to give this to you, Plato." Plato's eyes opened wide as saucers. "Me, Mars Geo'ge?" he asked in amazement. "Yes, Plato. I'm going to write a letter while I'm in town, and want you to take it.
She's not one to talk a great deal she always leaves that to father and me but she's got deep feelings, and she just worshipped the baby! I neva saw her take a child in her ahms before; but she seemed to want to hold the baby all the time." She stopped, and then added, tenderly, "Now, I know what you ah' thinking about, Geo'ge, and I don't want you to think about it any more.
To lie is a disgraceful thing, and yet there are times when, to a lover's mind, love dwarfs all ordinary laws. Plato scratched his head disconsolately, but suddenly a bright thought struck him. "Can't I go ter town fer you atter I've seed her home, Mars Geo'ge?" "N-o, I'm afraid it would be too late," returned Tryon doubtfully.
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