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Updated: May 11, 2025
Hughes hurt my eyes to make 'em well, Phyllie, and you wasn't here to see him do it and tell me how red they looked and if they had got any blue around the edges like a carbuncle. Roxy can't tell disease like you kin, and now you was away from 'em and didn't see the nice ones I have got in both eyes."
Miss Roxy and Miss Ruey came duly, as appointed, to initiate the young pilgrim into the habiliments of a Yankee boy, endeavoring, at the same time, to drop into his mind such seeds of moral wisdom as might make the internal economy in time correspond to the exterior.
My girls, Virgie and Roxy, think old Hominy ran away from a superstitious fear she had of Mr. Milburn, who had become the master of Teackle Hall by marriage." "Yes, by smoke! every nigger in town, big and little, is afraid of Milburn's hat." "He has no ownership in those servants, nor has my father now.
"We must have blankets and hot bottles, right away," said Miss Roxy, who always took the earthly view of matters, and who was, in her own person, a personified humane society. "Miss Kittridge, you jist dip out your dishwater into the smallest tub, and we'll put him in. Stand away, Mara! Sally, you take her out of the way! We'll fetch this child to, perhaps.
"Father wouldn't like that, Cousin Emeline," observed Roxy, though her heart leaped to such unshackled freedom. "He says we mustn't put our hand to the plough and turn back. Everybody knows that Brother Strang is the only person who can keep the Gentiles from driving us off the island. They have persecuted us ever since the settlement was made. But they are afraid of him.
You can jest kind o' prepare his mind a little." "Aunt Roxy, have you spoken of my case to any one, have you told what you know of me?" "No, child, I hain't said nothin' more than that you was a little weakly now and then." "I have such a color every afternoon," said Mara. "Grandpapa talks about my roses, and Captain Kittridge jokes me about growing so handsome; nobody seems to realize how I feel.
Aunt Roxy, I feel my life going, going just as steadily and as quietly every day as the sand goes out of your hour-glass. I want to live, oh, I never wanted to live so much, and I can't, oh, I know I can't. Can I now, do you think I can?" Mara looked imploringly at Miss Roxy.
Aunt Roxy came and arranged the pillows, and lifted the girl with her long, strong arms, then stooping over her a moment she finished her arrangements by softly smoothing the hair from her forehead with a caressing movement most unlike her usual precise business-like proceedings. "I love you, Aunt Roxy," said Mara, looking up with a smile.
We got de hat jess wha' we want it, chillen. Roxy, gal, you go fotch it to Aunt Hominy!" The girl started as if she had been asked to take up a snake: "'Deed, Aunt Hominy, I wouldn't touch it to save my life. Nobody but ole Samson ever did that!" "Go' long, gal!" cried Aunt Hominy, "didn't Miss Vessy hole dat ar' hat one time, an' pin a white rose in it?
Next day I was thar agin, Levin, an' I says, to make it seem like a trade: 'Roxy, kin ye give me a cup of coffee? 'Law, yes! she says, forgittin' her blushin' right away.
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