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Y' ain't man, y' ain't 'oman! an' yit yo' bofe! Yo' de same what visit Ab'am, an' Lot, an' Dan'l, and de motheh de Lawd!" "Stop! Stop! Never mind who I am; I've got to put you fifty miles from here before bedtime." "Yes, my Lawd. Oh, yes, my Lawd!" "Euonymus! you mustn't call me that!" "Ain't dat what Ab'am called you?" "I forget! but call me mistress! only!" "Yass, suh yass, mi'ss!" "Good.
"See this streak o' black land where the rain's run down the road? Well, that means silveh, an' it's ow lan'." They started once more. "It may not mean much, but we needn't care, when what doesn't mean silveh means dead loads of other things. Make haste an' grow, son; yo' peerless motheh and I are only wait'n' " He ceased.
"Well, son, it's a comfort to think yo' precious motheh will never have the mawtification of knowin' anything about this." "Yass, sir," drawled John, "that's the first thing I thought of." The air was mild down on the main road which, because it led from Suez to Pulaski City, was known as the Susie and Pussie pike.
Faw, as you say in yo' letteh, we two was chief butler an' chief baker to they wedd'n' jess fifty year' ago, bein' at that time hi-ud out to 'Squi' Usher the ole 'Squieh, you know by Miss Rose' motheh, which, you know, Miss Tomb' she was a Usher, daughteh to the old 'Squi' Usher, same as she is still sisteh to the present 'Squieh, who was son to the ole 'Squieh, his father an' hern.
But when I see the grove all lightened up with those Chinee lanterns, I laughed, an' s'I to motheh, s'I, 'I don't know what it is, but whatev' it is, it's the biggest thing of its kind we've eveh treed in the fifty years that's brought us to this golden hour! An' with that po' motheh, she just had to let go all ho-holts; heh heh cup run oveh.
I dropped an interrogative hint as to how March stood with Ravenel. The Captain smiled. "They neveh cla-ash. Ravenel's the same mystery he always was, but not the same poweh; his losin' Garnet the way he did, and then John bein' so totally diffe'nt, you know John don't ofm ask Jeff-Jack to do anything, but he neveh aasks in vaain. John's motheh? Yes, she still lives with him.
"That's the poet Longfellow, son, who wrote that nice letteh to yo' dear motheh. This colo'ed picture's Napoleon crossing the Alps." A footstep came down the hall, and John saw a pretty damsel of twelve or thirteen with much loose red-brown hair, stop near the door of the reception-room and gaze at someone else who must have been coming up the porch steps.
Rogers answered, "Mary Jane Hart, who kept the little boy with her at the station afteh his motheh died, tole me about it the nex' summeh when she come oveh to Houston's one day, an' uv how she hated to part with him; fur she hed no childurn uv her own then, an' hed took a mighty fancy to the pore little fellah."
Evm then I never suspicioned but what that was all until Miss Fannie an' Miss Barb come in an' begin banterin' not only Motheh Tombs but me, if you'll believe it, to lie down an' rest a while befo' we came roun' here to suppeh! Still I 'llowed to myself, s'I, it's jest a few old frien's they've gotten togetheh.
Worthy son of a worthy motheh! Why, here he is! Howdy, John? I'm so proud to see Sisteh March here to-night; she told me at dinneh that she 'llowed to go back to Widewood this evenin'." "I see in the papeh she 'llowed to go this mawnin'," said Clay Mattox. John showed apologetic amusement. "That's my fault, I reckon, I understood mother to say she couldn't stay this evening."
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