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Updated: June 3, 2025
He got up a pahty an' tuk de dawgs out an' follered de scen' down ter de crick an' los' it. Fer Ben had tuk a go'd-full er tar 'long wid' 'im, an' w'en he got ter de crick he had 'n'inted his feet wid tar, an' dat th'owed de houns' off'n de scent. Dey sarched de woods an' follered de roads an' kep' watchin' fer a week, but dey couldn' fin' no sign er Ben.
Late that evening she heard the Little Colonel grumbling: "Well, this is a house pahty suah enough, I must say! Heah we are in the house, and heah we'll stay and miss all the fun. I don't like this kind of a house pahty!" "Nevah mine, honey," said Mom Beck. "It'll not be as bad as you think. The measles is done broke out on you beautiful as thick as hops."
It was Peter, and alone, who met her at the station with the wagonette. The high ecstasy of her shrinking fell like collapsing walls beneath her. Life was grey, level, flat. "Mrs. Garnier's po'ly this mornin'," Pete told her as they drove homeward. "Mis' Cha'lotte wouldn't leave her to come, and Mr. Willy, he's been gone for a week now, down to the grasswater with a pahty of gen'l'men, as guide."
But he was dar an' now he's jus' a membuh of ouah pahty, suh, as good as Cunnel Doolittle. Hit don't seem right to me, suh; no suh, hit don't seem right to me." "Why, Neb!" "An' dat Miss Barbara! She was dead sot to see you, an' Miss 'Lethe was compelled to ax her fo' to come along. She didn't mean to, fust off; no suh. But she had to, in de end.
"They are Sylvia Gibbs's children," said Lloyd, in answer to Doctor Bradford's astonished comment at seeing so many little negroes in a row. "They can scent a pahty five miles away, and they hang around like little black buzzahds waiting for scraps of the feast. I suppose they feel they have a right to be heah to-day, as Sylvia is helping in the kitchen.
Ah done foun' dat was de name ob a gemmun in yo' pahty dat wasn't wid yo'. Truax do as well as any odder name yah! Now, Ah's gwine leab yo' heah t' git a sleep. Ah'll toss down some blankets. 'Pose yo'se'f and gwine ter sleep, honey. Don't try to clim' up outer dat, or dem dawgs'll sho'ly jump down at yo'. Keep quiet, an' go ter sleep, an' de dawgs done lay heah an' jest watch.
Ah done foun’ dat was de name ob a gemmun in yo’ pahty dat wasn’t wid yo’. Truax do as well as any odder name—yah! Now, Ah’s gwine leab yo’ heah t’ git a sleep. Ah’ll toss down some blankets. ’Pose yo’se’f and gwine ter sleep, honey. Don’t try to clim’ up outer dat, or dem dawgs’ll sho’ly jump down at yo’. Keep quiet, an’ go ter sleep, an’ de dawgs done lay heah an’ jest watch.
"Grandfathah and papa Jack are goin' away fo' a month to some mineral springs in Va'ginia, and I'm to have my house pahty in June to keep mothah and me from bein' lonesome.
The Nadia was in and side-tracked, with a sleepy porter on guard. Ford climbed to the platform and asked for the president. "Yas, suh; dis is Mr. Colbrith's cyar; but he don't see no newspapuh men no, suh. Besides, dey's just gettin' up," was the rebuff; but Ford ignored it. "'They? Then Mr. Colbrith isn't alone?" "No, suh; got a pahty 'long with him a young gentleman and two ladies; yes, suh.
"Malcolm was my especial friend long befoah I evah heard of Bernice Howe! Why, at the very first Valentine pahty I evah went to, he gave me the little silvah arrow he won in the archery contest, for me to remembah him by. I've got it on this very minute." She put her hand up to the little silver pin that fastened the lace of her surplice collar.
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