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You and her'll be a sight!" That was Penrod's own conviction; and with this corroboration of it he grew so spiritless that he could offer no retort. He slid to a despondent sitting posture upon the door sill and gazed wretchedly upon the ground, while his companion went to replenish the licorice water at the hydrant enfeebling the potency of the liquor no doubt, but making up for that in quantity.
"Time'll pass soon enough, my son. Next summer will be here quick. Then her'll have grawin' corn to look at and fine crops risin', an' more things feedin' on the Moor in sight of her eyes. You see, upland farms do look a little thin to them who have lived all their time in the fatness of the valleys."
"And her didn't cwy," declared the baby, turning a pair of indignantly reproachful eyes upon Joey, "her danced, her didn't cwy." "Ain't yer goin' to dance fer us now?" coaxed Mr. Tomlin. "No," said the Angel naughtily, then relenting at sight of her Tomlin's face, "her'll sing, her won't dance." The pleasant gentleman, thinking, perhaps to please Mr.
"Her's good, so good, but oh! if her was a bit nigher if I could sit in her lap an' feel her arms around me an' thread the daisies into chains like when I was a lil maid! But I be a grawed wummon now an' yet caan't feel it so not yet. Her'll hold my hand, maybe, an' lead me 'pon the road past pain an' sorrow. I can trust her, 'cause Mister Jan did say as Nature never lies never."
James was there, and several of the congregation, and Martha, with her best dress hastily donned over her print, and a hat of which her brother said 'it 'ud draw tears from an egg. Mr. James' daughter played a voluntary, in the midst of which an altercation was heard outside. 'Her'll be lonesome wi'out me! 'They wunna like it. It's blasphemy.
"But Sam," protested Billy, "We don't want to go back home. We wants to go to Memphis." "Hit don't matter what y' all wants," was the negro's reply, "y' all gotta git right off. Dis-here 'scursion train don't leave Memphis twell twelve o'clock tonight an' yuh see how slow she am runnin', and ev'y no 'count nigger on her'll be full o' red eye.
"There! nonsense now!" exclaimed Joan, warned by an expression in Adam's face: "there's no call for no leave-takin' with Eve: her'll be here so well as you."
The Bishop spoke first. "I think she'll get him," he said musingly. "She's got a sort of cave-woman look, and she has no petticoats to impede her." "Ess fay," assented Granfa, "her'll get him, and hold him fast too, I'll be bound. A terr'ble powerful worm."
"And didn't you say your servant was out?" "Ay," he mysteriously lied. "Her's out. But her'll come back. Happen her's gone to get a bit o' fish or something." "Fish! Do you always have fish for tea?" "I have what I'm given," he replied. "I fancy a snack for my tea. Something tasty, ye know." "Why," she said, "you're just like me. I adore tea. I'd sooner have tea than any other meal of the day.
Runty smiled in his turn and also said he saw. "If that's vot you vant," he said, "you've got it. The strike is on, an' afore you gets through with Gran'mother Cruncher you'll have so much o' the same kind o' notoriety that you an' her'll make a team, an' you both orter grow rich by just hex'ibitin' of your two selves!" "Capital!" cried Mr. Scollop in much excitement, ringing his bell vigorously.
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