Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
"She po'ly, Marse Dave, an' she ain' nebber leabe dis year house. Marse Dave," said Lindy earnestly, lowering her voice and taking a step closer to me, "I done reckon de Mistis gwine ter die ob lonesomeness. She des sit dar an' brood, an' brood an' she use' ter de bes' company, to de quality. No, sirree, Marse Dave, she ain' nebber sesso, but she tink 'bout de young Marsa night an' day.
Naggin' ain't a virtue to my mind any mo' than drink is, but Jane, she can't see it that way, and there ain't a bit of use tryin' to make her. She's soft, but she's mulish, and the hardest thing on earth to push is a mule that looks soft." "It's such a pity, but I suppose nothing will change her. Tell me about mother." "Yo' ma looks downright po'ly.
"She po'ly, Marse Dave, an' she ain' nebber leabe dis year house. Marse Dave," said Lindy earnestly, lowering her voice and taking a step closer to me, "I done reckon de Mistis gwine ter die ob lonesomeness. She des sit dar an' brood, an' brood an' she use' ter de bes' company, to de quality. No, sirree, Marse Dave, she ain' nebber sesso, but she tink 'bout de young Marsa night an' day.
Buggone," began Aun' Sheba sternly, then she suddenly paused, threw her apron over her head and rocked back and forth. "Dar now, Aun' Sheba, dar now, doan go on so. I was ony a sigestin' kase I feels po'ly, but I kin stan' it." "I'se no better dan old Tobe hisself," groaned Aun' Sheba. "All on us is hard on some one, while a hopin' fer marcy ourselves.
"So little Mose flewed, en flewed, en flewed away, 'tel bimeby he got ter de place whar Sis' Becky b'longed. He seed his mammy wukkin' roun' de ya'd, en he could tell fum lookin' at her dat she wuz trouble' in her min' 'bout sump'n, en feelin' kin' er po'ly. Sis' Becky heared sump'n hummin' roun' en roun' her, sweet en low.
"En den he crope off down de fence, Brer Rabbit did, en bimeby here he come lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity des a sailin' down de big road. "'Mornin', Sis Cow, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'bow you come on dis mornin'? sezee. "Po'ly, Brer Rabbit, poly, sez Miss Cow, sez she. 'I ain't had no res' all night, sez she.
En dey wuz tears in her eyes, en she look' mo' po'ly en peaked 'n she had w'en he wuz down dere befo'. So little Mose sot on a tree in de ya'd en sung, en sung, en sung, des fittin' ter split his th'oat.
As before, Aun' Sheba was quick to discover that all was not well with Mara, but believed that she, like herself, was working beyond her strength. The old woman had a bad cold and was feeling "rudder po'ly" one evening when her minister came to pay a pastoral visit.
The Bishop unconsciously did this; and, from dialect alone, one could not tell which was white and which was black. Aunt Maria had always been very religious, and the Bishop arose and shook her hand gravely. "Pow'ful glad to see you," said the old woman. "How's religion Aunt Maria," he asked. "Mighty po'ly mighty po'ly" she sighed. "It looks lak the Cedars of Lebanon is dwarfed to the scrub pine.
"It wa'n't no wonder Solomon had n' knowed Mars Jeems at fus', fer he wuz dress' lack a po' w'ite man, en wuz barefooted, en look' monst'us pale en peaked, ez ef he'd des come th'oo a ha'd spell er sickness. "'You er lookin' kinder po'ly, Mars Jeems, sez Solomon. 'Is you be'n sick, suh?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking