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"Jimpson," he began, after the culprit had suffered his silence some minutes. "Now, Cunnel," began Jimpson nervously. He had evidently rehearsed this scene in the past. "Just answer my questions," insisted the Colonel. "Is this my house?" "Yas, sir, but Carline, she " "And are you my nigger?" persisted the Colonel plaintively. "Yas, sir; but you see, Carline "
As he did so the light from the conservatory window above fell full upon his upturned face. "Fore de Lawd!" cried Uncle Jimpson, a broad grin splitting his face almost in two. "I might 'a' knowed dat de only gemman in de world what tipped lak dat wuz Mr. Don Morley!" It is really a very difficult thing to snub Christmas.
It was as if a watering cart had suddenly and unexpectedly turned on its supply regardless of its surroundings. At five o'clock Miss Lady, very radiant and apparently in high spirits, presented herself at the Sequins'. "May I come in just for a minute?" she asked at Margery's door. "I've brought you some chrysanthemums. Uncle Jimpson brought them in from Thornwood this morning.
I often go to Jimpson's store; I blow in twice a day or more to buy my prunes and things. Old Jimpson is a joyous jay; he hustles around the livelong day, he whistles and he sings. I like to watch the blamed old chump; I like to see him on the jump, he is so full of steam; and all his clerks have caught his style; they hump around with cheerful smile, and do not loaf or dream.
"Oh! no," said the nearest man; "she ain't waitin'; she's just enjoyin' the scenery on them railroad posters. She likes to set there, been doin' it for a half hour." Uncle Jimpson scraped the mud from his shoes, buttoned the one button that was left on his linen coat, and dropping his hat outside the door summoned courage to present himself. "'Scuse me, mam, but does dis heah happen to be Mrs.
"Bravo, Miss Lady!" called Gerald, sauntering forward to meet her. "I told you you were irresistible. What did you whisper in his ear?" "Lots of things!" she said, accepting his immaculate handkerchief to wipe the mud from her hands, "but of course the mud helped. Uncle Jimpson taught me that trick.
"I don't know what's to become of us," said Miss Lady ruefully twisting Mike's ears. "They say unless I sell the rest of Thornwood, we won't have money enough to live on. But I won't sell another acre. I'll teach school first." Uncle Jimpson was scandalized: "Now, Miss Lady, chile, don't you git dem notions in your head. Dem's ole maid notions, you ain't no ole maid yit!
"Ain't no trouble 'bout dat," Uncle Jimpson said wisely; "you jes' let her peek over de blinds onct, an' you see what gwine happen." "Well, she ain't going to peek," Myrtella said firmly. "She ain't got a thought in her head, but gittin' Miss Hattie an' Bertie educated, an' keepin' Miss Connie straight, an' carryin' out that fool will of the Doctor's."
He turned his head slightly to the left, in the general direction of the negro cabins whose roofs could be seen through the trees, and sent another summons hurtling through the bushes: "Jimpson!" Again he waited, and again there was no response.
She could no longer stand the suspense, she must go to him, in case he needed her. "'Fore de Lawd!" exclaimed Uncle Jimpson when her intention was made known to him. "I dunno what ole John'll think of us, takin' him to de station a day lak dis! 'Sides de noon train's done went." "Then we'll have to drive to town. Hitch up as quickly as you can!" "But, Miss Lady, Honey, you fergit de sleet!
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