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Updated: June 25, 2025
"And I'll thank the neighbors to mind their own business!" says I, kinder comin' to agin. For truly, I had soared up high above my kitchen, and gossipin' neighbors, and feller-agents, and all other tribulations.
The cook was bakin' in the kitchen, Ellen the parlor maid, who had to stay home to answer bells, was gossipin' with her. Martin was cleanin' out the furnace. I had the run of the house. First thing I looked at was the third step from the top of the stairs. I worked out two tacks in the carpet wasn't much trouble; they come out like they was used to it. I pulled the carpet sideways.
Mebby the sphynx knows, most probable she duz, but she's a female that don't git herself into trouble talkin' and gossipin'. Lots of wimmen would do well to foller her example.
"And you with your suit-case all packed too," says I. "How provokin'! But they're apt to change their minds, you know." "Do you mean," says he, "that er ah " "Something like that," I breaks in. "Anyway, you can judge. For, the fact is, some busybody has been gossipin' about your little trick of bawlin' out Alicia over the coffee and rolls and draggin' her round by the hair." "Wha-a-at?" he gasps.
I've no time to stand gossipin' here, if yo' have," said the Master. M'Adam strained forward till he nearly toppled off the gate. "Queer thing, James Moore, you should be the only one to escape this Killer." "Yo' forget yoursel', M'Adam." "Ay, there's me," acquiesced the little man. "But you hoo d'yo' 'count for your luck?"
"Ho, Evelyn!" It ain't any smooth, ladylike tone he uses, either. A couple of stout female parties, that's been toyin' with lobster Newburg patties and chocolate éclairs and gooseberry tarts, stops their gossipin' and glares round at him indignant. "Evelyn, I say!" he goes on, fairly roarin' it out. At that out comes Sister from behind her little coop lookin' panicky.
'There's a specimen, I says to myself while you an' Purdy was gossipin' about the handkerchief, an' the dance, an' what a beautiful rider he was 'that's gone on gatherin' refinement 'til it's crusted onto him so thick it's probably struck through. But just as I was losin' interest in him, he slanted a glance at Purdy that made me look him over again.
"Then every body walks here, even Squire Merton and his splendiriferous galls walked like the poorest of the poor, there was no carriage to the door, nor no hosses hitched to the gate, or tied to the back of waggons, or people gossipin' outside; but all come in and minded their business, as if it was worth attendin' to; and then arter church was finished off, I liked the way the big folks talked to the little folks, and enquired arter their families.
Then thar's Huggins's Bird Cage Op'ry House, an' now an' then we-all floats over thar an' takes in the dramy. But mostly we camps about the Red Light; the same bein' a common stampin'-ground. It's thar we find each other; an' when thar's nothin' doin', we upholds the hours tellin' tales an' gossipin' about cattle an' killin's, an' other topics common to a cow country.
He's got no time for visitin' an' gossipin'. Us must keep still a bit an' try to look as if us was grass an' trees an' bushes. Then when he's got used to seein' us I'll chirp a bit an' he'll know us'll not be in his way." Mistress Mary was not at all sure that she knew, as Dickon seemed to, how to try to look like grass and trees and bushes.
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