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He proceeded to examine her with an expression of growing dissatisfaction. Said he fretfully: "You don't calculate to go out, looking like that?" "Out to the swellest blow-out of the year, popsy," said she. The big heavy looking head wobbled about uneasily. "You look too much like your old pappy's daughter," said he. "I can afford to," replied she. The head shook positively.
"How well they never told me he'd gone to see her! "She's a sweet girl, my Pidgie," she resumed, to her son, "And Pappy's always said the same thing." Barty looked at her like a horse prepared to shy. Had his father said anything to her? The longing to speak of Christian had mastered him, but if his mother knew
"I know ye're tired holdin' of her, fer she ain't no light weight," and she lifted the little one away. "Heigho, Thaney, air ye erwake yit?" questioned the father. "Erwake! Ya'as, 'n' likely ter be," said the mother. "Thaney's one o' th' setters-up, she is." "Give 'er ter me, Malviny. Don't pappy's gal want er ride on pappy's foot? See 'ere, now!
He sails this whole bay, and maybe he's run them niggers to Washin'ton, or to Norfolk, an' sold 'em south. It ain' no use to foller him to either of them places, if he has, with the wind an' start he's got, and your pappy's influence lost to us by his absence. But thar is one chance to overhaul the thief." "What is that, James?" said Vesta, earnestly.
W'y Brothah 'Lias Scott done tempted matermony six times a'ready, an' 's lookin' roun' fu' de sebent, an' he's a good man, too." "Ma'yin'," said Patsy breathlessly. "Yes, honey, ma'yin', an' I's afeared yo' pappy's got notions in his haid, an' w'en a widower git gals in his haid dey ain' no use a-pesterin' wid 'em, 'case dey boun' to have dey way." "Ma'yin'," said Patsy to herself reflectively.
She went hurriedly into the house and close to the lounge where her mother was lying. "Maw," she said quickly, "you must get up! Pappy's got a hem'ridge. I want you to help me to get 'im to bed, an' then I'm goin' fer a doctor." The woman got up, and followed her daughter eagerly. "Why, Eben!" she said, when they reached the kitchen door.
So mah woman, she says dat Ah should see if yo'all is heah yet and does yo'all want anythin'. Lucy, she's bin a-livin' heah, dat is, her mammy and pappy and her pappy's mammy and pappy has bin heah since befo' old Massa Ralestone done gone 'way. So Lucy, she jest nachely am oneasy 'bout yo'all not gettin' things comfo'ble." "That is kind of her," Val answered heartily.
Us always call her 'Granny. She say dey stole her back in Virginny an' brung 'er to Mississippi an' sol' her to Marse Berry. Her name was Hannah. She was my mammy's Mammy. I don' 'member nothin' 'bout my pappy's folks 'cause I never seen none of' em. "Old Marster was a rich man for dat day. He had a sawmill, a cotton gin, an' a gris' mill. Us always had plenty t'eat an' wear.
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