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Updated: May 12, 2025
She put her hands behind her head and drew in a deep breath. "But I ain't dead." Suddenly the wasted little fingers were pressed over tightly closed eyes. "Oh Lord," she said, soberly, "I'm very much obliged to you for lettin' of me live. I hope nobody will ever be sorry I didn't die. Help me to grow up and be like Miss Mary Cary.
"He won't do it, though, ef we don't mind our mother," replied Diddie. "Mammy ain't none of our mother, and tain't none of her business not to be lettin' us play on the lumber, neither. Please come, Diddie, we'll have such a fun, an' nothin' can't hurt us. If you'll come, we'll let you keep the hotel, an' me an' Tot 'll be the boarders."
I'll be lettin' the compass pilot me to the east'ard. 'Twill take me the right direction whatever." Levelling the compass carefully in his hand so that the needle swung freely he found the east, and as rapidly as his little legs would carry him set out again in his effort to escape the two sleeping men and to find camp and his friends. At intervals he stopped to consult his compass.
"Is this here another little game?" he asked. "Once yer git on land are yer goin' ter turn yeller agin?" "No! No! No!" "'Cause it won't do yer no good, anyhow. Now I tell yer the cap'n an' I had a talk over this an' I was fer lettin' yer take yer medicine an' pickin' up another bunch. Men is cheap down here. But he says, 'No; if they'll act like white men, give 'em a show.
Jim Pink was discussing Peter's education. "I 'fo' Gawd kain't see no use goin' off lak dat an' den comin' back an' lettin' a white man cheat you out'n yo' hide an' taller, an' lettin' a black man beat you up tull you has to 'kick him in the spivit. Ef a aidjucation does you any good a-tall, you'd be boun' to beat de white man at one en' uv de line, or de black man at de udder.
"All roight me bhoy," said the Irishman, rising. "Oi'll do jist pwhat ye say; but don't yez be afther lettin' thim carry off th' girrul whoile Oi'm spinding toime this way.
Yes, I suppose you'd call Jim Varian his honor's agent. The boys take care of Master San almost as well as you do." Onnie sniffed, balancing from heel to heel. "Fine care! An' Bill Varian lettin' him go romping by the poison-ivy, which God lets grow in this place like weeds in a widow's garden.
"Let her go, there ! let her go t' th' current tack her an' the current wull swerve ye int' the other side! More men lose their lives by poling too hard than lettin' go! Catch the current and let her go." The old man had twisted the halter ropes under his feet. He seized a pole and swerved the raft to the current, pointing in to the other side.
When he reached home, he shut the door hastily behind him and sat down on the nearest chair. "Well," he said, scratching his head, with an exceedingly perturbed expression, "this here's a queer kind o' business! I didn't quite know what I were lettin' mysel' in for, it seems."
Well, den, say, youse can take it from me dat mabbe youse'll be glad I blew around. I was lookin' fer a guy about yer size fer a little job to-night, an' I was t'inkin' of lettin' Young Dutchy in on it, but seem' youse are here an' in wid Mag, an' dat I got to get Mag in, too, youse are on if youse say de word." "Wot's de lay?" inquired Larry the Bat, unbending a little.
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