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"Naw'm, 'tain' nuttin' 'tall de matter. She's des got fidgetty." "Well, I'll come in a minute. Are you better to-day? How's your heart?" "Lawd, Miss Cynthia, hit's des bruised all over. Ev'y breaf I draw hits it plum like a hammer. I hyear hit thump, thump, thump all de blessed time." "Be careful, then. Tell mother I'm coming at once."
An' w'en dat Sally Alley done lay him on hes side, wid de los' laig down, hit was jes' a pitcher jes' a pitcher!" declared Uncle Rufus, reminiscent yet of the long past feast-day. "Wal, dar warn't ne'der ob de waitresses willin' tuh tak' dat goose in an' put it down befo' Mars' Colby naw'm! So dat yaller gal had to put on a clean han'kercher an' ap'on, an' do it her own se'f.
I don't spec' w'ite folkses to wait on me han' an' foot disher way naw'm!" "You're going to be treated just like one of the family, Uncle Rufus," cheerfully cried Ruth, who had likewise climbed the stairs to see him. But somebody must do the chores. The back porch was mainly cleared; but a great drift had heaped up before it higher than Ruth's head.
"William," she said after he had made a full confession, "I won't punish you this time for I know that Jimmy led you into it but " "Naw'm, Jimmy didn't. Me an' him an' Frances an' Lina's all 'sponsible, but I promise you, Aunt Minerva, not to clam' no mo' ladders."
"Are you going away?" "Naw'm, I ain' goin' nowheres," Mollie declared. "But me an' Jim Harris we wuz married this mawnin'. Yas'm, Jim, he's a new nigger in town. You don' know nothin' 'bout him, Miss Sallie. I don' know nothin' 'bout him myself. He's er stranger to me." Miss Sallie glanced severely at the little package of jewelry. "But, Mollie," she demanded, "don't you trust him?"
"I hope she isn't sick, Marthy," responded Virginia in an anxious tone. "Did she seem at all feverish?" "Naw'm, she ain't feverish, she's jest sleepy headed." "Well, I'll come and look at her as soon as I can persuade Harry to finish his prayers. He stopped in the middle of them, and he refuses to bless anybody but himself."
Dere was a no-'count yaller gal, Sally Alley dey call her, wot he'ped erbout de breakfas' an' sech; but she warn't a sho' 'nuff cook naw'm! "She 'lowed she was. She was de beatenes' gal for t'inkin' she knowed eberyt'ing. But, glo-ree! dar wasn't nobody on dat plantation wot could cook er goose tuh suit Mars' Colby lak' my ol' mammy.
"How dem niggers did squeal! Dar was more'n 'nuff boys an' gals 'roun' undah foot at dat time, but none ob dem git near de fracas but Unc' Rufus naw'm!" "My goodness! the dog didn't get away with the goose, did he, Uncle Rufus?" asked Ruth. "I's a-comin' tuh dat I's a-comin' tuh dat," repeated the old man. "I seen de goose gwine out de do', an' I grab hit I sho' did!
"To make you look 'fetching'?" "Naw'm. I put dat ol' red sash-bow up dar to 'tract 'tention." "To attract attention?" repeated Ruth. "Why do you want to attract attention?" "I don't wanter, Miss Ruthie." "Then why do you wear it?" "So folkses will look at my haid." Agnes and Neale were vastly amused, but Ruth pursued her inquiry.
"I dunno but that plan would work mighty well," she said. This conjugal colloquy terminated as she glanced up and saw Birt. "Why, thar's young Dicey a-hint ye. Howdy Birt! 'Light an' hitch!" "Naw'm," rejoined Birt, as he rode into the enclosure and close up to the doorstep. "I hain't got time ter 'light." Then precipitately opening the subject of his mission. "I kem over hyar ter see Nate.
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