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He was in a half-stupor; it was his desire to remain in that condition, and his propulsion was almost wholly subconscious, though surprisingly rapid, considering his dimensions. "My goo'ness!" exclaimed Genesis, glancing back over his shoulder. "'At li'l' thing ack like he think he go'n a GIT somewheres!"
"Whose gun you playin' with? Where you git 'at gun?" "It's ours," quavered Sam. "It belongs to us." "Then you' pa ought to be 'rested," said the young coloured man. "Lettin' boys play with gun!" He examined the revolver with an interest in which there began to appear symptoms of a pleasurable appreciation. "My goo'ness! Gun like'iss blow a team o' steers thew a brick house! LOOK at 'at gun!"
I've got a friend named Johnnie Watson; his uncle works down at the court-house and told him about it, so it can't be denied. Then there was a case I heard of over in " Mr. Genesis uttered a loud chuckle. "My goo'ness!" he exclaimed. "How you c'leck all' dem fac's? Lan' name! What puzzlin' ME is how you 'member 'em after you done c'leck 'em.
Therefore, he marked with impatience that Sam and Penrod, after lowering the trousers partway to the water, had withdrawn them and fallen into an argument. "Name o' goo'ness!" Herman shouted. "I ain' got no time fer you all do so much talkin'. If you go' git 'at cat out, why'n't you GIT him?"
"I can remember things that happened when I was four years old." "So can I," said Jane. "I can remember when I was two. I had a kitten fell down the cistern and papa said it hurt the water." "My goo'ness!" Mr. Genesis exclaimed. "An' you 'uz on'y two year ole, honey! Bes' I kin do is rickalect when I 'uz 'bout fifty." "Oh no!" Jane protested.
I don't know whether he's goin', Genesis." "Lan' name!" Genesis exclaimed. "He die ef he don' git INvite to 'at ball!" "Oh, he's invited," said Jane. "Only I think maybe he won't go." "My goo'ness! Why ain' he goin'?" Jane looked at her friend studiously before replying. "Well, it's a secret," she said, finally, "but it's a very inter'sting one, an' I'll tell you if you never tell."
She could distinguish a woman's moving figure, a mere speck on the road far below. "Sure it is," said she. "Carryin' Dan, too." "My goo'ness," said Johnnie, uneasily, "I wish she wouldn't take them crazy walks. I don't suppose she's walking up to town?" "I don't know why she should," said Mrs. Dinwoodie, dryly, "with the horses she's got.
In her hand was a lath, and, even as Herman turned, it was again wielded, this time upon Verman. "Yes; you bettuh holler, 'Mammy!" she panted. "My goo'ness, if yo' pappy don' lam you to-night! Ain' you got no mo' sense 'an to let white boys 'suede you play you Affikin heathums? Whah you britches?" "Yonnuh Verman's," quavered Herman. "Whah y'own?"
"Nice green lettuce sam " He came suddenly to a dramatic dead-stop as he beheld William sitting before him, wearing that strange new dignity and Mr. Baxter's evening clothes. "Name o' goo'ness!" Genesis exclaimed, so loudly that every one looked up. "How in the livin' worl' you evuh come to git here?
'Lemme han' you li'l' mo' chicken salad, ma'am' 'Low me be so kine as to git you f'esh cup coffee, suh' 'S way ole Genesis talkin' ev'y even' 'ese days!" Jane looked at him thoughtfully. "Do you like it better than cuttin' grass, Genesis?" she asked. He paused to consider. "Yes'm when ban' play all lem TUNES! My goo'ness, do soun' gran'!" "You can't do it to-night, though, Genesis," said Jane.
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