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I put the others to bed, and neighbor Bryce will feed Tommy if he cries; but I brought little Sal along o' me. My! ain't she peart with delight? We're both that starved to see a bit of real gentry life, and to hear a good song or two." Sal was a very minute maiden of eight years of age. Her whole small face was radiant with anticipation, but she could see nothing over the heads of the crowd.
"HE air so peart an' forehanded a-viewin' harnts, he don't hev to wait till folkses be dead. HE hev seen Mis' Price's harnt an' it plumb skeered the wits out'n him." Perkins did not understand this. His interest was suddenly alert. He took his pipe from his mouth, and glanced over his shoulder at Byers. "What air Rufe aimin' at, Andy?" he asked, surprised. Byers did not reply.
That breed's true Hirish: but I'se try and sell 'em to Squoire Jolly to hunt wi' as beagles, for he wants a pack. They do say all the swoine that the deevils were put into ha' been drawn; but for my peart, I'se sure that some on un must ha' escaped to Hireland."
At sight of those coming toward her she called out quickly. "How is dad?" The quiver of fear broke in her voice. "Don' know yet, Miss Kate," answered one of the men. "He's right peart though. Says for to tell you not to worry. Don't you, either. We've got here the mangy son of a gun that did it."
I knowed he'd do anything but fite, & woulddent've bin supprized any day by hearing that him and the other mules in camp had disappeared together. Presently Billings he cum up very corjil like & says: "Howdy, Deacon. I hope you air very well." I told him I wuz tollable peart, and he says: "I see a man in the third car forward that wuz inquiring for you, and wanted to see you powerful bad."
Early the morning of the next day, Matthias came over to tell us about that "poor gal," as he called her. "She wants to see you, Miss Emily, and they say she wants to talk to me too. Mis' Goodwin said ''pears like you'd better come over thar 'bout three o'clock to-day, if you can. She's right peart, an' by 'nuther mornin', 'spect she'll call loud for me." "Do you think you know her, Matthias?"
Yesterday us met up in Pixies' Parlour yonder, an' I was peart an' proud as need be; to-day he's gone, and I feel auld and wisht and all full of weary wonder how I'm gwaine to fare and if I'llever see him again. 'T is cruel bitter cruel for me."
"Dave wuz one er dese yer men w'at didn' keer much fer de gals, leastways he didn' tel Dilsey come ter de plantation. Dilsey wuz a monst'us peart, good-lookin', gingybread-colored gal, one er dese yer high-steppin' gals w'at hol's dey heads up, en won' stan' no foolishness fum no man. She had b'long' ter a gemman over on Rockfish, w'at died, en whose 'state ha' ter be sol' fer ter pay his debts.
"An' may yeh be damned," sez he to her, an' then to me, "Jim, yeh yeh git outen them good duds o' yourn; I want a right peart slice o' thet forty acre plowed 'fore dinner." An' then he sort o' sniffled an' kissed her. An' I was thet happy but he seen me an' roars out, "Yeh, Jim!" An' yeh bet I dusted fer the barn. 'Any kids waiting for you back in the States? asked the stranger.
I thought as how as the young woman might want to shed some of them air wet feathers of her'n, and so I jist venter'd to go and git this yer bag 'thout axin' no leave nor license, while you was a-bringin' on her to. Looks pooty peart, by hokey! Now, mister, we ha'n't got no spar rooms here. But you and me'll jes' take to the loff thar fer a while, seein' our room is better nor our comp'ny.
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