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You ha' telled me and I ha' put the fault o' yer poverty home on ter yer pore missus's shoulders. But since I been here, I ha' seen 'er crawlin' on 'er han's and knees to wait on you, wi' yer fourses i' th' harvest-field. I ha' heered her manderin' on, 'let things be comf'table for Depper, and let her fend for herself. And I can see with half an eye the bute is on t'other fut, Depper.
Eat one o' ol' Missus's orchards! Laws-a-massy, Job, yoh goes mos' too far. Now, sah, yoh be quiet and listen to dis note I gets from young Massa Dick," and he carefully deciphered the written lines for the listening Job. Dear Uncle Noah: I have written Foster and Company as usual to send Mother's orchids. They should get there Christmas Eve. Will you put them at her plate in the morning?
I thought of all old missus's words this morning, when I saw you making the beds.
Thornton. 'Th' young gentleman, I mean Master Frederick, they ca'ad him her brother as was over here, yo' known. 'Over here. 'Ay, to be sure, at th' missus's death. Yo' need na be feared of my telling; for Mary and me, we knowed it all along, only we held our peace, for we got it through Mary working in th' house. 'And he was over. It was her brother!
"Oh, you're the telegraph boy," said a colored servant. "You're to go upstairs into missus's sitting-room." Upon entering, Frank found himself in the presence of a rather stout lady, who was reclining on a sofa. He bowed politely, and waited for his instructions. "I hope you are a trustworthy boy," said the stout lady. "I hope so, ma'am." "Come here, Fido," said the lady.
"But he ain't none of the miller's, I'll tell 'ee that; and he ain't the missus's neither." "What is he to YOU, my dear?" asked the dwarf, curiously, and, getting no answer, he went on: "He'd be useful in a good many lines. He'd not do bad in a circus, but he'd draw prime as a young prodigy." George looked round, "You be thinking of stealing HE then, as well as" "Hush, my dear," said the dwarf.
Was putting up my back hair, last Saturday morning, when I heard a ring. Says cook, "That's missus's bell, and mind you hurry or the master 'ill know why." Says I, "Humbly thanking you, mem, but taking advice of them as is competent to give it, I'll take my time." Found missus dressing herself and master growling as usual. Says missus, quite cairn and easy-like, "Mary, we begin to pack to-day."
And though some fifty years had passed over the old negro's head, he sprang with the agility of boyhood's days; although, as the poor fellow often remarked, "he had a wonderful constitution for enduring rest," the thought of his good missus's surprise, when she should learn of their morning's adventure, gave him new life, and he fairly danced about the beach for joy.
Returning from the stables, perceives coachee, rather dusty, coming in at the lodge gate; requests to know why he did not sleep at home and take care of his horses. He was missus's coachman, not master's, and could satisfy her, but could not satisfy Mr T; who paid him his wages's and, deducting his liveries, sent him after the others.
Slope should lose his chance. "He's a mean chap all the same," said the footman, "and it an't along of him that I says so. But I always did admire the missus's sister; and she'd well become the situation." While these were the ideas downstairs, a very great difference of opinion existed above. As soon as the cloth was drawn and the wine on the table, Mr.
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