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Thar, where ye see thet house, all lit up from the basement ter the look-out on the ruf, is whar one o' the most 'ristocratic families in all Tennessee lives.
At first Freddie started to call the kitten Blackie, but Flossie said that wasn't a very "'ristocratic" name at all. "I'll tell you what," said Bert jokingly, "Let's call him Snoop," and in spite of all efforts to make the name something else Snoop the cat remained from that time to the day of his death. He grew very fat and just a trifle lazy, nevertheless he learned to do several tricks.
Thar's the Bloo Grass deestrict, the Pennyr'yal deestrict, an' the Purchase. The Bloo Grass folks is the 'ristocrats, while them low-flung trash from the Purchase is a heap plebeian. The Pennyr'yal outfit is kind o' hesitatin' 'round between a balk an' a break-down in between the other two, an' is part 'ristocratic that a-way an' part mud.
"I didn't say any thing. I only asked a civil question. Out, hey? Well, she must be this time. If she'd been in, she'd have made her appearance. Well, I'd best go out and hunt her up. They don't seem to me altogether so cordial as I'd like to have them. They're just a leetle too 'ristocratic." With these observations to himself, the Baron descended the stairs, and made his way to the door.
"'Ristocratic!" cries Joe, putting on airs. "That's what'll tickle Bill!" "Oh, laws!" exclaims Mrs. Williams, with humorous sadness, "what a show th' ole cabin'll make, stuck down there 'mongst all them fine housen!" "I don't know's I quite like the notion," says her husband, with a good-natured expansion of his serious features. "I'm 'fraid we sha'n't be welcome neighbors down there.
"An' you kin keep yoh durned mouth shet," a man yelled, evidently in great excitement. "She ain't no moh yourn than she is mine, I reckon; an' she's goin' to git that money from her 'ristocratic friend, or I'll know why! Will you git it?" There was a sound of scuffle, as though someone were shaking another. "No, I won't," a girl's voice came breathlessly.
'Tis the prettiest picture in the world when that 'ristocratic old lady washes her heirloom-china! But this your hands'd get tired enough if you had to do much of this. Hurry up! Don't you know how to set a table yet, great girl like you? Well, do the best you can. I'm going into that kitchen to cook. I can't wait for this fire to get low.
The old woman would like father to be a waiter, but he hain't got the 'ristocratic look." "What old woman?" "Go 'long! that's my mother. Is it true there's a waiter in the club just for to open the door?" "Yes; but " "And another just for to lick the stamps? My!" "William leaves the club at one o'clock?" I said, interrogatively. She nodded. "My mother," she said, "is one to talk, and she says Mr.
But since they discovered that I am neither "'ristocratic" nor "pious," they seem to be friendly enough. I often find myself wondering if much of the work in the seminary wasn't a sheer waste of time, when I am brought up against the practical, commonplace, everyday life of these people. My friend Mrs.
If the reader will go around to the door of the shed on the other side of the house, he will see little Grover just coming out and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. On the door of the barn can be seen the following legend, scratched on its surface with a nail: "I druther be born lucky than blong to a nold Ristocratic fambly. Here we have an excellent view of Mr.
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