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Updated: September 11, 2025
She lef' a dime fer me an' one fer Kizzie an' she went a sailin' out, an' although I done my bes' ter git that ol' Billy ter talk he ain't done give me no satisfaction, but jes' a little back talk, an' then he fotch hisself off, walkin' low an' settin' high an' I ain't seed hide or har of them since. Miss Ann done lef' a note fer you an' Miss Milly, though."
It was not now difficult for Kizzie to leave her old home; and as she journeyed northward astonished by new scenes, she learned from Joe his history since their painful separation. He had grieved so for his mother that his new master thought it best to part with him in a neighboring State. He had fallen into good hands; he had learned to read and write.
Kizzie wakened promptly, and actually followed me out of the room and down-stairs. Alas! it was not far from his breakfast hour, for he preferred his first meal at four o'clock A.M. You see how he influenced me to rise early and take plenty of exercise.
To my good Kizzie I gave a great uneasiness that I did not consume the very elaborate meal that resembled a dinner, which she had ready for the Bonbon to serve to me, and desired only a cup of her coffee and two very small pieces of white bread called biscuits. "All the Carruthers men folks is friends with their food, they is," she admonished me.
"Kizzie," exclaimed her mistress, "I know you have stolen the cover to that barrel that has been standing for so long outside the store-room." "What for should I want wid de cover, Missis?" inquired the servant. "That is for you to tell, and right soon too do you hear me?" "I have never touched the cover, Missis." "I do not believe you. Who has then?" "Sure, an' I doesn't know.
I reckon you's right, Kizzie, an' they's hit the pike fer Marse Big Josh's. Anyhow we'll say that when Marse Bob axes us. If you tells one tale an' I tells anudder Marse Bob'll be mad as a wet hen." The old coach, creaking ominously, lumbered and rolled down the avenue. The bees, with their front door blocked by the corn cob, hummed furiously.
Is you 'fraid of ha'nts, honey?" "I will not be afraid of this beautiful Grandmamma in this dress of so great magnificence, my good Kizzie," I made answer to her with more of courage than I at that moment felt. "Well, it's only in case of a death in the house that she Lands alive, am that my cake burning?" With which exclamation the good Kizzie left me to the company of the beautiful Grandmamma.
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