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Updated: May 14, 2025
From the moment he stooped at the door something in the room had made him vaguely uneasy, and when his eyes in swift survey came back to the fire, they passed the blaze swiftly and met on the edge of the light another pair of eyes burning on him. "Howdye!" said Hale. "Howdye!" was the low, unpropitiating answer.
Pretty soon there was a light thunder of hoofs on the turf above the bank. A black pony shot around the bank and was pulled in at the edge of the ford, and Chad was looking into the dancing black eyes of a little girl with a black velvet cap on her dark curls and a white plume waving from it. "Howdye!" said Chad, and his heart leaped curiously, but the little girl did not answer.
She could recall his smile and the very tone of his kind voice: "Howdye, little girl!" And the cat had got her tongue.
"Look dar, Mars' Dan, look dar!" The boy looked around and up and stared with as much wonder as his little body-servant, but with no fear. "Howdye!" said Chad; but the white boy stared on silently. "Fishin'?" said Chad. "Yes," said Dan, shortly he had shown enough curiosity and he turned his eyes to his cork. "Get that fish, Snowball," he said again.
"Lemme go," she said, fiercely, breaking his hold and darting away, but stopping, when she saw Chad in the doorway, looking at her with a shy smile. "Howdye, Melissa!" The girl stared at him mildly and made no answer, and a wave of shame and confusion swept over the boy as his thoughts flashed back to a little girl in a black cap and on a black pony, and he stood reddening and helpless.
"Ketchin' any?" said a voice above the bank, and Chad looked up to see still another lad, taller by a head than either he or Dan evidently the boy whom he had seen rigging a pole up at the big house on the hill. "Oh, 'bout 'leven," said Dan, carelessly. "Howdye!" said Chad. "Howdye!" said the other boy, and he, too, stared curiously, but Chad had got used to people staring at him.
And he enjoyed the little mystery which he and his queer little companion seemed to create as they drove through the streets. On one corner was a great hemp factory. Through the windows Chad could see negroes, dusty as millers, bustling about, singing as they worked. Before the door were two men one on horseback. The Major drew up a moment. "How are you, John? Howdye, Dick?"
"Howdye, June!" said the Widow Crane kindly. "Come right in!" In her June knew straightway she had a friend and she picked up her bundle and followed upstairs the first real stairs she had ever seen and into a room on the floor of which was a rag carpet. There was a bed in one corner with a white counterpane and a washstand with a bowl and pitcher, which, too, she had never seen before.
"That's Dave," said the old woman, and June walked over to where her cousin's black eyes shone hostile at her from the dark. "I'm sorry, Dave," she said, but Dave answered nothing but a sullen "howdye" and did not put out a hand he only stared at her in sulky bewilderment, and June went back to listen to the torrent of the old woman's plaints until Bub came in.
As Hale passed out the door, a querulous voice said "Howdye" from the bed in the corner and he knew it was the step-mother from whom the little girl expected some nether-world punishment for an offence of which he was ignorant.
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