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"So sho' 'nuff nex' day dis yer man come out ter Kunnel Pen'leton's place en rid roun' de plantation en glanshed at de niggers, en who sh'd he pick out fum 'em all but Sis' Becky. "'I needs a noo nigger 'oman down ter my place, sezee, 'fer ter cook en wash, en so on; en dat young 'oman'll des fill de bill. You gimme her, en you kin hab Lightnin' Bug."
Now lack me, I can't get the right work whut I able to do 'nuff to keep me livin'. It is bad. "If times was bad as they was few years ago all old folks done been rotten, starved to death. Times is better but they sho ain't all right yet. "This young generation livin' so fast they stop thinkin'. They do well to keep livin' their selves. They wastes a heap they outer save fur rainy days.
In some it was dog and dog; in some child and child, and in others dogs and children mixed. Then they all halted to observe the outcome of the discussion between Mrs. Bolster and Jeff Hackberry. "Holler 'nuff, Jeff, or out goes yer last light," commanded Mrs.
"Well, chillen, as I was sayin', disher Christmas I kin 'member lak' it was yestidy. My ol' mammy was de sho' 'nuff cook at de big house, an' Mars' Colby t'ought a heap ob her. But she done tuk down wid de mis'ry in her back jes' two days fore Christmas an' de big house full ob comp'ny! "Sech a gwine 'bout yuh nebber did see, w'en mammy say she couldn't cook de w'ite folkses' dinner.
"Ain't got none don't remember having none don't want none; Hermy's good 'nuff for me." "Good to you, is she?" enquired Mr. Ravenslee. "Good t' me!" cried Spike, "good? Well, say when I think about it I I gets watery in me lamps, kinder sloppy in me talk, an' all mushy inside! Good t' me? Well, you can just bet on that!" "And," enquired Mr. Ravenslee sleepily, "are you as good to her?"
Ah knows yo' is de bravest nigger in all dis world, but fo' mah sake, Zachariah, won't yo' PLEASE come in? Well, suh, jes' den Ah happens to look up from what Ah wuz doin' an' sees a streak o' lightnin' comin' straight to'ards de cabin. So Ah yells fo' him to pull his haid in mighty quick, an' shore 'nuff he got it in jes' in de nick o' time.
Yo' grandaddy 'll fin' out 'bout you yit, ef you don' min' yo' P's an' Q's. I does my bes' ter keep yo' misdoin's f'm 'im, an' sense I b'en tu'ned out er de chu'ch thoo no fault er my own, God knows! I've tol' lies 'nuff 'bout you ter sink a ship.
Now, remember, He didn't send His preachers to the white people, nor to the black people, but to all the world, to every creature alike, and so He meant you and me, Hannibal, and you as much as me. I am just as sure He will receive you as that He received me." "Dat's 'nuff, Miss Edie. Ole Hannibal can go too. And I'se a-gwine, Miss Edie, I'se a-gwine right to Him.
The story is true to nature, and might have happened half a hundred times, and no doubt did happen, in those horrid days before the war." "By the way, Julius," I remarked, "your story doesn't establish what you started out to prove, that a rabbit's foot brings good luck." "Hit's plain 'nuff ter me, suh," replied Julius. "I bet young missis dere kin 'splain it herse'f."
"It'll be her bedtime pretty soon," suggested Helen Adeline, the suspicion of a guilty conscience lurking in the remark. "She can have her bread and milk like she always does that's simple 'nuff. But do you think she ought to sleep in that handsome brass crib?" Grace Margaret did not think so, but she was sadly puzzled to find a substitute.
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