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"`Faith I'm not the bhoy fur to disobleege the ladies, says I, `ye can give us a cup, if that's all ye wants me fur to do. Wid that, Bridget ups with the taypot, a little brown one it wor, sure, by the same token, an' pours me out a cupful in a mug that lay handy sure on the counther, which I drinks to the hilth of her an' Missis Wilkins as wor standin' by.
May run you up to the west-end, perhaps, if the missis feels like it." He nodded and proceeded on his way to the front door of his domicile. Mr. Johnson, narrowly escaping an impulse to take off his hat, proceeded on his homeward way. "Any one at home?" Mr. Burton inquired, letting himself in. There was no reply. Mr. Burton knocked with his gold-headed cane upon the side of the wall.
'Dunno, missis I'spects' cause I's so wicked. 'I don't know what I shall do with you, Topsy. 'Laws, missis, you must whip me. My old missis always did. I an't used to workin' unless I gets whipped. So Miss Ophelia tried it. Topsy would scream and groan and implore. But half an hour later she would be sitting among the other little niggers belonging to the house, laughing about it.
"You must listen to me, Jem Wilson," she said, with almost an accent of command. "Go away, missis; I've nought to do with you, either in hearkening or talking." He made another struggle. "You must listen," she said again, authoritatively, "for Mary Barton's sake." The spell of her name was as potent as that of the mariner's glittering eye. "He listened like a three-year child."
One of the assistants sprang instinctively to the gas; but on perceiving that the disturber of peace was only a slatternly girl, hatless and imperfectly clean, she decided to leave the gas as it was, and put on a condescending, suspicious demeanour. "If you please, can I speak to the missis?" said the girl, breathlessly. She seemed to be about eighteen years of age, fat and plain.
Missis keeps me so busy that I haven't time." "Ah!" said Gillie, "you're wastin' of precious opportoonities, Susan. I've bin a-studdyin' of that lingo myself, now, for three weeks off and on." "Indeed!" exclaimed Susan, with an amused glance, "and what do you think of it?" "Think of it! I think it's the most outrageous stuff as ever was.
One day me en mah young missis, en sum chilluns went up ter de road en we se'ed sum Yankee soldiers kumin', I clum'ed on de fence, de urthurs run 'way en hid. One ob de soldiers sezs ter me, 'Lettle girl who wuz dat wid you, en I sezs, 'Hit wuz Miss Puss en sum chilluns. He laughed en sezs, 'You ez brave ain' you?" "Our missis let us go ter chuch. I 'long ter de chuch ob Christ."
"Why don't you mix your biscuits on the pastry-table, there?" "Law, Missis, it gets sot so full of dishes, and one thing and another, der an't no room, noway " "But you should wash your dishes, and clear them away." "Wash my dishes!" said Dinah, in a high key, as her wrath began to rise over her habitual respect of manner; "what does ladies know 'bout work, I want to know?
Peggotty, 'Missis Gummidge, 'stead of saying "thank you, I'm much obleeged to you, I ain't a-going fur to change my condition at my time of life," up'd with a bucket as was standing by, and laid it over that theer ship's cook's head 'till he sung out fur help, and I went in and reskied of him. Mr. Peggotty burst into a great roar of laughter, and Agnes and I both kept him company.
Here is 2d. for you in gold o' the purest water. Go thou an' carry it to Our good friend Missis Pengelly, who will doubtless reckernise and exchange it in peppermint cushions. Which was too thin. So we were forced to beat him till the truth came out. An' then he brought us here, an' showed what he'd a-found: an' with the furnitcher movin' an' mother so busy, 'Bert and I managed the rest.
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