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Margaret bade him good morning, and then asked concerning the health of the "folks." He sat down and twisted his hat round and round. "The folks air jest tolerable, ma'm. How's all with you?" "Tolerable," Margaret answered. "Yo' brother Bill a gittin' better?" Jasper inquired. Round and round Laz twisted his hat. "Pearter than he war yistidy, but not as peart as he war the day befo'."
"Can you keep a secret?" said Ump, leaning down from his saddle. The old woman's face lighted. She put her hand to her ear and craned her neck like a turtle. "Yes," she said, "I can that." "So can I," said Ump. The old carpet-weaver snorted. "Humph," she said, "when you git dry behind the ears you won't be so peart." Then she waved her hand to me.
He said, "She was a perfect polyglot once, but somehow her palate got down." The nervous, dapper, "peart" young man took the chair I offered him, and said he was connected with the Daily Thunderstorm, and added: "Hoping it's no harm, I've come to interview you." "Come to what?" "Interview you." "Ah! I see. Yes yes. Um! Yes yes." I was not feeling bright that morning.
I am, thank God, a vree-born, true-hearted Englishman, and a loyal, thof unworthy, son of the Church vor all they have done vor H r, I'd vain know what they have done vor the Church, with a vengeance vor my own peart, I hate all vorreigners and vorreign measures, whereby this poor nation is broken-backed with a dismal load of debt, and the taxes rise so high that the poor cannot get bread.
Geary already in the kitchen. "My stars!" said her hostess, as she appeared; "how peart you look! Slept good, didn't ye?" "Fine!" said Midget; "good-morning, both of you. Can't I help you?" Mrs. Geary was transferring baked apples from a pan to an old cracked platter.
Sho' I reckoned from the peart way Long Jim spoke up that you wuz loaded down with hummin' birds' tongues, ortylans, an' all them other Roman and Rooshian delicacies Paul talks about in a way to make your mouth water. But turkeys! jest turkeys! Nothin' but turkeys!" "You jest wait till you see me cookin' 'em, Sol Hyde," said Long Jim.
"Well," said the Squire in a mollified tone of voice, "I won't say no more, but you must tell him to stop fooling with these here Providence people. Stopped Ezra Pike's wife feeding her baby on pot-liquor and give it biled milk watered with lime juice. It'll die it'll die!" "Oh no, Squire, it's a-getting well jest as peart as can be," Mother said in a mollifying tone of voice.
Josey heard all this nonsense babble with delighted interest, and surveyed the tops of his decorated boots with much admiration. "Ain't she a little caution!" he said "She do mind me somehow of th' owld Squire's gel! Ay, she do! Miss Maryllia was just as peart and dauntsome when she was her age. Did I ever tell ye, Passon, 'bout Miss Maryllia's legs an' the wopses' nest?" John started violently.
"Never you mind, honey, never you mind. Don't you git too peart. It's a-comin'. Mind I tell you, it's a-comin'." It did come, too. It was a Tuesday that we had that talk. Well, after dinner Friday we was laying around in the grass at the upper end of the ridge, and got out of tobacco. I went to the cavern to get some, and found a rattlesnake in there.
"You ain't much on looks," she remarked as she drew back to survey him, "but you've got as peart a face as I ever seed. I reckon you'll be plenty handsome for a man. I was al'ays kind of set against one of these pink an' white men, somehow. They're pretty enough to look at when you're feelin' first-rate, but when you git the neuralgy they sort of turns yo' stomach.
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