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Amen! Praise de Lawd! Amen!" To part of the company at least the situation was clear. Aunt Melvy, after seeking religion for nearly sixty years, had chosen this inopportune time to "come th'u'." She was with some difficulty removed to the wash-house, where she continued her thanksgiving in undisturbed exultation. Amid suppressed merriment, the marriage service was concluded, Mr.
"Send nuthin'," muttered Aunt Melvy, shuffling down the stairs. "I's gwine myself, ef I has to take de bridal kerridge." Messengers were sent in hot haste, one to the farm and one to town, while Jimmy Reed was detailed to canvass the guests and see if a white four-in-hand might be procured. "The nearest thing is Mr.
Ruth will have a f-fit if you wait much longer, and my hair is coming out of curl." "Take it off him," whispered Sandy, recklessly, to Jimmy Reed; and violence was prevented only by the timely arrival of Aunt Melvy with the original wedding tie.
"Isn't the water b-boiling yet?" asked Annette, impatiently. "So 't is, so 't is," said Aunt Melvy, lifting the kettle from the crane. She dropped a few tea-leaves in three china cups, and then with great solemnity and occasional guttural ejaculations poured the water over them.
Her pipe dropped unheeded, and she gazed with fixed eyes out of the window. "Tell us about your visions," demanded Annette. "Well," said Aunt Melvy, "de fust I knowed about it wuz de lizards in my legs. I could feel 'em jus' as plain as day, dese here little green lizards a-runnin' round inside my legs. I tole de doctor 'bout hit, Miss Nettie; but he said 't warn't nothin' but de fidgits.
Hollis, with her firm, close-shut mouth, to the flying figure on the lawn. "Perhaps," he said, lifting his brows; but he put the odds on Annette. That night, when Aunt Melvy brought the lamp into the sitting-room, she waited nervously near Mrs. Hollis's chair. "Miss Sue," she ventured presently, "is de cunjers comin' out?" "The what?" "De cunjers what dat pore chile's got.
To them all Sandy gave patient, silent audience, wincing under the blame, but making no effort to defend himself. All he would say was that Ricks Wilson had not done the shooting, and that he could say no more. A wave of indignation swept the town. Almost the only friend who was not turned foe was Aunt Melvy.
Sandy leaned his head on his hand. "You're the only one that's stood by me, Aunt Melvy; the rest of them think me a bad lot." "Dat's right," assented Aunt Melvy, cheerfully. "You jes orter hear de way dey slanders you! I don't 'spec' you got a friend in town 'ceptin' me." Then, as if reminded of something, she produced a card covered with black dots.
Nelson does come here, you be sure to put on your white apron before you open the door; and for pity sake don't forget the card-tray! You ought to know better than to stick out your hand for a lady's calling-card. I told you about that last week." Aunt Melvy paused in her dusting and chuckled: "Lor', honey, dat's right! You orter put on airs all de time, wid all de money de judge is got.
And when he cried out with the pain in his sleep, a kindly black face bent over him, and the chant changed into a soothing murmur: "Nebber you min', sonny; Aunt Melvy gwine git dem cunjers out. She gwine stay by you. You hol' on to her han', an' go to sleep; she'll git dem old cunjers out."
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