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Beyond the fine old hall he saw the formal drawing-room and the modern octagonal dining-room at the back of the house. "Howdy, Marse Stephen," responded the negro, "I seed yo' ma yestiddy en she sutney wuz lookin well an' peart." He opened the door of the library, and while Stephen entered the room with the girl's hand on his arm, a man rose from a chair by the fire and came forward.
I shall have Deb one week out of six." "I shall come," answered Unity. "Where is Deb?" "She is asleep. She cried herself to sleep." "Chillern cry jes' fer nothin' at all," put in Mammy Chloe. "Don' you worry, honey! Miss Deb's all right. I's gwine wake her now, an' wash her face, an' slip on her li'l white dress. She's gwine be jes' ez peart an' ez happy! My Lawd! Miss Deb jes' gainin' a brother!"
"There's Ben," continued the blind man, "he's as peart a boy as you ever see, preacher Blake, ef I do say it as hadn't orter say it. Bennie hain't got no clothes. I can't beg. But Ben orter be in school." Here Peter Sitles choked a little. "How's broom-making Peter?" said the minister. "Well, you see, it's the machines as is a-spoiling us.
Often they acted as Clerks of the Rolls. "Dat Mister Jawlins, did you ask 'bout?" Malachi would say. "Why you know whar he comes f'om. He's one o' dem Anne Rundle Jawlinses. He do look mighty peart an' dey do say he's mighty rich, but he can't fool Malachi.
And then Lulu who was peart as a jay and couldn't be fooled speaks up and says, 'What's the matter with the ditch, Dick? "Lord! then we knew that she knew the worst; for of course all the water in the ditch itself fifty miles of it! was drainin' now into that reservoir and was bound to come down to the canyon."
Et wouldn't hev gone down there, I reckon, 'mongst free-born Merikin citizens, no mor'n aliases would in court and I kinder guess for the same reason. But folks get peart and sassy when they're way from hum, and put on ez many airs as a buck nigger. And so he calls hisself Don Ricardo here, does he?" "The Senor knows Don Ricardo?" said Mateo politely. "Ef you mean me wa'al, yes I should say so.
It was really wonderful, Mrs Gray said, the fancy he had taken to the child 'Ay, and the child to him too, perking up and looking quite peart like, as soon as ever his step come along the path. The wonder was mostly in the baby taking to him, in Mrs Gray's opinion, as there was nothing to be surprised at in anyone taking to the baby; but 'he, with no chick nor child of his own, and with that quiet kind of way with him as ain't general what children like; though don't never go for to tell me as Mr Robins is proud and stuck up, as I knows better.
He jest went on tryin' and tryin' to get there, and hopin' and believin' he would after a spell. He was always peart and comfortable, took his work real easy, relished his victuals and drink, and slept first rate nights. But Billy he fretted and scolded and kicked and bit, and that made him hot and tired, and got him whipped, and hollered at, and pulled, and yanked.
A loud, long laugh broke from the crowd, and the trader cracked a merry joke, which helped the pleasantry. "We may call that a 'white lie," he said; "but it is a peart lad, and the air with which he told it is worth a cool hundred! Going at four hundred dollars four hundred," etc. The bidding recommenced.
Ah, you needn't look wild; it's only her love, and what's the use, for you had it already; but never mind, lovyers is never satisfied; and she's chipper and peart enough, seein' what she has to bear for your sake, but she don't mind that, on the contrary, quite the reverse, and I'm sure you don't deserve it!" "Did she tell you what passed between us, the last time?" Gilbert asked. "The last time.
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