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Updated: June 24, 2025
Ef you means her, she's off to church to-day, an' sleeps at her mammy's house. "'Does you feel willin' to swar to de trufe of your insertion, ole dame? he disclaims. 'I shall resist on dat' fierce as a buck-rabbit, holdin' up his right hand, an' blinkin' his little 'cute eyes. "Sartin an' sure I does when de right time is come, I sez.
One white wooman I'se waited on like hot choclate en she alays wanted more she neber hed nuff of dat stuff en one day she spills sum on her laig en it jes splotched en burned her en wen dat gal war born she hed a big brown spot on her laig jes like her Mammy's scar frum de burn. Now you see I noes yer ken mark de babies.
But when dat new man comes I want mammy's lamb to look at him an' hol' huh haid lak' huh ma used to hol' hern, an' I reckon Mistah No'thcope gwine to withah away."
Mammy's man say " and she mumbled softly with her crimson mouth at his ear. The child looked up at Anne, with baby wit and laughter in his face, and stammered sweetly "Muz Muzzer Anne," he said, and then being pleased with his cleverness, danced on his little feet and said it over and over. Clorinda caught him up and set him on Anne's lap. "Know you what he calls you?" she said.
When Jerry came in he reported that he had had a shot at an elk, but failed to stop his flight. He also declared that he had seen what he believed to be a wolf skulking through the timber. "Oh, I don't doubt it," said the old stockman, when Frank looked questioningly at him. "The pesky critters like to hang around here, looking for a nice calf that happens to stray away from its mammy's side.
Charity followed me to the train, protesting to the last that "Marse Jack gwine doubt her velocity when she tell him de truf bout her lady going a-gaddin' off by herse'f and payin' no mind to her ole mammy's prosterations." I asked her to come with me as maid. She refused; said her church was to have an ice-cream sociable and she had "to fry de fish."
As for the Wazir's daughter, when her tale of months was fulfilled, she bare a son like the full moon, the image of his father in beauty and loveliness and fair proportions and perfect grace. I am the son of Wazir of Egypt!" And they all cried, "By Allah, good!" Then quoth one of them, "My name is Majid and my mammy's name is Alawiyah and my daddy's Izz al-Din."
"'Tain't no use 'tain't no use," sobbed the little one "My mammy's gone gone!" Such indeed was the fact. Mammy Maria had gone. All that any of them knew was that only an hour before another black mammy had come to serve them, and all she would say was that she had come to take Mammy Maria's place gone, and she knew not where. Conway winced again and then swore under his breath.
He shaded his eyes with his stiff, crooked fingers for a better view. A pair of nimble black legs skipped back and forth across the open doorway, in a vain attempt to dodge the descending shingle, while a clatter of falling tinware followed old Mammy's portly figure, as she made awkward but surprising turns in her wrathful circuit of the crowded room. "Ow! I'll be good! I'll be good!
And the latter's father and mother seemed perfectly content if the children were in mammy's care. The days passed all too swiftly. Everybody, darkies and all, were on tiptoe about the coming festival of Christmas and New Year's. The six little Bunkers learned that these holidays were celebrated in different style on this Georgia plantation from what they were in the North.
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