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Updated: June 24, 2025
Mah missis wuz named Emily Hatchet en de young missises wuz Mittie en Bettie, dey wuz twins. We had good clothes ter w'ar en w'en we went ter de table hit wuz loaded wid good food en we could set down en eat our stomachs full. Oh Lawd I wish dem days wuz now so I'd hab sum good food. Ob course, we had ter wuk in de fiel's en mek w'at we et.
Fred was too downhearted to answer. He had felt all day terribly hopeless. Suddenly he started forward. "I say! wait a moment!" he called. A slight turn had brought them in full view of the small boat floating close under the bank, roped loosely to the shore, and of Mittie standing above, poised as for a spring. She was light and active, and fond of jumping.
"Oh, but you must have another name." "That's all," they stubbornly insisted. "Where do you live?" "Nowhere." "Haven't you any mamma?" "She's gone." "But who takes care of you?" "Nobody," gulped the one called Loie. "Mittie did, but she runned away and lef' us," added Lewie. "Where are you going now?" "To fin' mamma." "But you said she was dead."
And, with her, around and around went also Prof. Cephus Fringe, but not willingly and by no means blithely. He shed his high hat and with it all lingering essences of his dignity. One of Mittie May's feet squashed down on the high hat and it folded up like a condensed time-card. He lost the last vestige of his vanishing authority when he lost his saxophone.
"You see, Mittie has never before spent a day at your house. She wanted it so much." "And you did you want it, too ever so little? Would you have cared to come, Joan?" Joan only smiled. She felt happy beyond words. "I've got to take you there now, if you'll come. For the night, perhaps or at least for the evening.
"For 'bout ten minutes," said Mittie, with a toss of her voluminous pompadour; "there's some wants more'n ten minutes." "Ben Schenk?" asked Joe, alert with jealousy. "I ain't sayin'," went on Mittie. "What do you do of nights, hang around the hall?" "Naw," said Joe indignantly. "There ain't nobody can say they've sawn me around the hall sence I've went with you!" "Well, where do you go?"
Moon, Mrs. Tate Buzzie isn't the brainiest person in the world, but one of the funniest Mrs. Tazewell, Mrs. Burnham I like that young woman, she's got sense Miss Matoaca Brockenborough, Miss Mittie Muncaster, and Miss Amelia Taylor. I'm the fourth spinster. For a place the size of Yorkburg that's an excellent group of women, though they don't speak French or wear Parisian clothes.
Think of something." "Mittie, dear " "That's right. You've got a notion. Have it out!" "It isn't what you think. I have something else to say. A note has come from Mrs. Ferris." "Well what then?" "She wants me us to go to her for the day." Mittie clapped her hands. "Us! Both of us, do you mean? How lovely! I didn't know she was aware of my existence.
Mittie Muncaster says she makes all of hers without a pattern, and they look it, but, as women go, they're above the average." She took up another slip of paper and glanced over it: "Mr. and Mrs. Porter, Mr. and Mrs. Steele, Mr. James and Miss Puss Jenkins, Mr. Brickhouse and Mrs. Deford, Judge Lynn and myself.
I'm aching for a little fun! Oh, do get out of the jog-trot for once! Don't be humdrum!" "Am I humdrum?" Joan asked. She was not usually counted so attractive as the fluffy-haired, lively Mittie, but she looked very pretty at this moment.
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