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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I stays wid him an' he drills me an' makes me scrub, hully gee, how he do make me wash meself, Bill! An' there's one sojer-man, th' Cap'n, he give me these togs, he did, an' he tol' Old G. A. R. to lem'me eat along wid him over ter Dutchy's Res'traunt," nodding toward a cheap eating-house at the corner, "an' he'd stand fer it.
I think he's nearly c'wored an' I'm mighty glad you is, Bud Billins, fur it's costin' a lot of mighty good crockery to c'wore you. "Now you all jes' lem'me 'lone, Mister Kingsley lem'me manage Bud. He's slo' mouthed as I'm tellin' you, but he's gittin' over them spells an' I'm gwinter c'wore him if I hafter go into the queensware bus'ness on my own hook.
"I'll go down myself, Todd," he said with sudden resolve. "Better lem'me tell him you're yere, Marse Harry." "No, I'll go now," and he turned on his heel and descended the front steps.
"Now lem'me see that gyrl " he added sternly "that loom is got to run or you will starve, an' if she's sick I want to kno' it. I've seed her have the toe-ache befo'." The door of the room in which Samantha lay was open, and in plain view of the hall she lay with a look of pain, feigned or real, on her face.
"He surely will," observed Chick-chick. "I'll take care of Mr. Spencer, Apple. Leave him to me." "It's more in your line," insinuated Matt. "I guess it's about the same thing as waiting on your father's customers at his garage." "An' it's proud I am to do it," retorted Chick-chick. "I do it whenever they want anything I can handle, from gasoline to a new machine. Lem'me sell you a new car, Matty.
Then, controlling herself, she dismissed the servants who stood around, weeping, and led Marie to her room. "Come, honey, lie down an' lem'me git yer a cup ob tea." "Oh, no; I don't want anything," said Marie, wringing her hands in bitter agony. "Oh, honey," said Mam Liza, "yer musn't gib up. Yer knows whar to put yer trus'. Yer can't lean on de arm of flesh in dis tryin' time."
"Well, lem'me see," said Miss Samantha, counting on her fingers "a biled mackrel, some fried bacon, two pones of corn bread kinder forced it down." "Ur-huh " said Jud, thoughtfully "of course you had to drink, too." "Yes" whined Miss Samantha woefully "two glasses of buttermilk." Jud elevated his eyebrows "An' for dinner?" "O, Lor'. Jes' cu'dn't eat nothin' fur dinner," she wailed.
Ah've ben a hired man and worked on a ranch all mah life, but now Ah've got a bit saved up Ah kin go to the city and pick th' gal Ah wants. "And lem'me tell yuh, John! In the Movies them gals what looks so pritty make fine farm-wives. Gosh, but one city gal with yaller curls hadn't a cent to live on when she met a feller what owned a little ranch in Arizony.
"Tank de Lord! tank de Lord! Clump lib to see his ole Massa agin; and dat young gemmen, vy, lem'me see! vy, sure as I'm dat nigger Clump, ef dat ain't Massa Drake? no, Massa Walter? no, vy Juno, ole woman! dat are Massa Bob!" He took my hands and shook and squeezed them, saying over and over again, "Massa Bob am cum ter see de ole cradle. Oh! hi hi!"
Instantly he thought of Starr and his whole soul rose in mighty wrath that any man should dare treat any girl as he had seen these do. Then the girl screamed and struggled to get away, crying: "It ain't true, it ain't true! Lem'me go! I won't go with you " Instantly Michael was upon them, his powerful arms and supple body dashing the men right and left.
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