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"To vote as he thinks he ought to," was his son's reply. Deacon Swift's eyes were bulging and reddening. "You you tell me dat?" His slender form towered above his son's, and his knotted, toil-hardened hands opened and closed. "You tell me dat? You with yo' bringin' up vote de way you think you're right? You lie! Tell me what dey paid you, or, befo' de Lawd, I'll taih you to pieces right hyeah!"
Patsy's heart bled as he heard the doctor talking to his mother: "Now, there can't be any foolishness about this," he said. "You've got to stay in bed and not get yourself damp." "How long you think I got to lay hyeah, doctah?" she asked. "I'm a doctor, not a fortune-teller," was the reply. "You'll lie there as long as the disease holds you."
He came near choking on a gulp of coffee, and again his knee suffered from the pounding of his great hands. "Huccume you so full of laugh to-night?" she asked, laughing with him. "How you 'spec' I gwine tell you dat less'n I tell you my sec'ut?" "Well, den, go on tell me yo' sec'ut." "Huh uh. You done bet it ain' wuff tellin'." "I don't keer what I bet. I wan' to hyeah it now.
But, from the ruin, a precise and high-pitched feminine voice piped out: "Jefferson! Kindly assist me to disentangle myself!" "Yassum," said the negro, moving forward in a leisurely and dignified manner, "comin', ma'am. I hopes an' trusts, Miss Pringle, ma'am, yo' ain't suffered none in yo' anatomy an' phlebotomy from dis hyeah runaway."
"Look hyeah, Mis' M'ree," she exclaimed, without the formality of prefacing her remarks, "I wants to know whut's de mattah wif Brothah Simon what mek him ac' de way he do?" "Why, I do not know, Eliza, what has Uncle Simon been doing?" "Why, some o' you all mus' know, lessn' he couldn' 'a' done hit. Ain' he ax you nuffin', Marse Gawge?" "Yes, he did have some talk with me." "Some talk!
"Huh," he said, "dey been sayin' 'roun' hyeah you voted de Democratic ticket. Go mek 'em out a lie." "I did vote the Democratic ticket," said Tom steadily. The old man fell back a step and gasped, as if he had been struck. "You did?" he cried. "You did?" "Yes," said Tom, visibly shaken; "every man has a right " "Evah man has a right to what?" cried the old man.
It was with joy in her heart that Aunt Dicey Fairfax went back to her little cottage after her dismissal, but her face clouded when soon after Robert Fairfax came in. "Hyeah you come as usual," she said with well-feigned anger. "Tryin' to sof' soap me aftah you been carryin' on. You ain't changed one mite fu' all yo' bein' a man. What you talk to me dat away in co't fu'?"
He live hyeah in Noo Yo'k, an' dey tell me whaih I 'quiahed dat I li'ble to fin' somebody hyeah dat know him. So I jes' drapped in." "I know a good many young men from the South. What's your son's name?" "Well, he named aftah my ol' mastah, Zachariah Priestley Shackelford."
Jackson, but really I couldn't think of being such a charge upon you and your good wife." "'Tain't no charge on us; we'll be glad to have you. Folks hyeah in Miltonville has little enough comp'ny, de Lawd knows." Isaac spoke the truth, and it was as much the knowledge that he would be the envy of all the town as his gratitude to Scatters that prompted him to prevail upon his visitor to stay.
His wife looked at him approvingly, but the glance turned to one of consternation when he stammered forth that he had to go out, as he had some business to attend to. "What, on de ve'y fust day you hyeah, ain't you goin' to chu'ch wid me?" "De bus'ness is mighty pressin', but I hopes to see you at chu'ch by de time de services begin. Waih does you set?" His hand was on the door.
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