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Leffie answered him by a sound box on his ear, at the same time threatening to expose his wickedness at the next class meeting. Aunt Dilsey’s voice was now heard calling out, "Leffie, Leffie, is you stun deaf and blind now that fetched Rondeau’s done gone home? Come here this minute!"
"Oh, yes, I won’t," said Rondeau, extending his mouth into a broad grin at his master’s allusion to Leffie, a bright-looking, handsome, mulatto girl, whom next to himself, Rondeau thought was the prettiest creature in the world. At last he bowed himself out of the room, and proceeded to execute his master’s commands.
He was in the habit of going to the post office, and after his master’s return from Kentucky, he had noticed two or three letters written in what he called "a mighty fineified hand," and he had whispered to Leffie as a great secret that "’twere his private opinion marster was going to marry some Kentucky girl."
I’ll run and give it to him now—but no, I won’t," said he, suddenly slackening his pace, "I’ve heard him say he could always trust me, and if I own up this time, he’ll lose his—what’s the word? Conference?—Yes, conference in me. I don’t believe this letter’s of any account, for its a great big letter, just like a man’s handwrite. Any way, I’ll wait till I get home and consult Leffie."
It proved to be Claib; and Leffie, who was rather near-sighted, strained her eyes to see if Rondeau, too, was on the box. "Thar’s nobody in that ar," said Dilsey. "Reckon the boat has run into the ground, or bust her riggin’; so, Leffie, you’ve put on your pink dress for nothin’." The elder Mr.
Leffie, who chanced to be just the size of her young mistress, was thrown into ecstasies by the gift of a thin pink and white silk dress, which Fanny presented to her for a bridal gown. Aunt Dilsey, in order to show her thanks, went down on her knees, a thing she never attempted again, as it took her such an unheard-of length of time to recover a standing posture. Dr.
Leffie offered no remonstrance, and as Aunt Dilsey just then screamed for her, Rondeau went alone to the garden and proceeded to disinter the buried document. ’Twas but the work of a moment, and could Julia have been cooling herself in Greenland, as she ought to have been, all would have ended well.
Lacey, "I do not wish to ride, but I want you to go to the post office and back immediately; remember now, and not stop to gossip." "Certainly not," said the negro. "When marster’s in a hurry, Rondeau is never foolin’ away time." "And don’t stop more than an hour in the kitchen to talk to Leffie. Do you understand?" continued the doctor.
"Oh, no," said Leffie; "keep it so marster can have it, if he ever hears of it. There’s your cigar box, take it and bury the letter in it." "Whew-ew," said Rondeau, with a prolonged whistle, "it takes you women to calculate anything cute!" The cigar box was brought out, and in a few moments the poor letter was lying quietly under a foot and a half of earth.
Rondeau, Leffie and the other blacks belonging to the establishment, now came forward, and in the crowd little Jack’s bow was entirely unappreciated; but Fanny next day made amends by giving him nearly a pound of candy, which had the effect of making him sick a week, but he got well in time to be present at Leffie’s wedding, which took place just a week after Dr. Lacey’s return.
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