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It was a woman's voice, but it came from a figure wearing a man's hat and coat. Lysander stopped the mules. "Why, Minervy! what's up?" "Oh, nothin'. I just walked a ways to meet you." The woman climbed up beside her husband. "You're later 'n I 'lowed you'd be. Something must 'a' kep' you." "Yes, I come around by the winery.
Three days later word came to Severndale that Joshua could hardly survive the day and Peggy, as she felt duty bound, went over to Minervy's cabin. She found her sitting before her fire absolutely idle. "Minervy," she began, "I have had word from the hospital and Joshua is not so well. I think you would better go right over."
"The very song I used to pretend he always sang when he came down the canyon to rescue Minervy and me! But of course I knew all the time he's a cowboy; it said so "
"I never thought to ask him about Minervy," occurred to her while she was relentlessly dragging pale, fleshly fishworms from the loose black soil of Marthy's onion bed. "But I know she was mean to Minervy. She's awful mean to Jase locking him up in the root cellar just 'cause he wanted to go fishing. If I was Jase I wouldn't sprout a single old potato for her.
But ef yo' say 'taint right why, pleas ma'am git a pair o' scissors an' prize it out, tho' I done brought de belt fer de sake ob dat buckle. Well, nemmine. I reckons I kin keep it, an' if I ever marhrys agin it sho will come in handy." The combined efforts of Mrs. Harold, Peggy and Polly eventually got Minervy passably presentable as to raiment, but there they gave up the obligation.
Among his writings are Uncle Remus , Nights with Uncle Remus , Mr. Rabbit at Home , Aaron in the Wild Woods , Chronicles of Aunt Minervy Ann , etc. American humorist, b. in Albany, N.Y., but when still a boy went to California.
"Yas'm, yas'm, Mis' Johnson, I kin see hit; yis, I kin," answered Minervy, craning her neck for a pretended better view. "Well, den, please, ma'am, tell me just 'zactly what it IS." This was a poser.
Minervy knew no more of telling time than one of her own children, but rising from her chair, she said: "I 'clar ter goodness, I'se done shed so many tears in ma sorrer and grief over Joshua dat I sho' is a-loosin' ma eyesight." She then went close to the clock, looked long and carefully at it, but shook her head doubtfully.
"When I was a kid I ran across the name somewhere and I used it to play with " "Yes?" "You know I was always making believe different things. I never had anyone to play with in my life, so I had a pretend-girl, named Minervy. And I had you.
"Ye know Aunt Minervy used to say that a novel was a fast horse on the road to perdition ayes!" "Well she wasn't " Uncle Peabody began and stopped suddenly. What he meant to say about her will never be definitely known. In half a moment he added: "I guess if Sue Wright recommends 'em they won't hurt us any." "Ayes! I ain't afraid we'll wade into 'em," she answered recklessly.
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