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Updated: June 1, 2025
I s'pose likely," Calliope said thoughtfully, "we got more door-steps than we think, if we get 'em all located. "When we got to my house I pumped her a pitcher o' water an' pointed to the back bedroom door. 'First thing, s'I, blunt, 'clean up' bein' as I was too tired to be very delicate. 'An', s'I, 'you'll see a clean wrapper in the closet.
I ain't objectin' to good housekeepin' at all, but what I say is: Get your dust-rag big enough to wipe up somethin' besides your own dust. The Lord, He's a-housekeepin' too. "So, with that i-dee, I got above the shroud an' I begun on the woman some like she was my kitchen closet in the spring o' the year. "'What's your name? s'I. "''Leven, s'she. "'Leaven, s'I, 'like the Bible? "'Huh? s'she.
I was a-sayin' pass that-air sasser o' m'lasses, won't ye? I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how DID they git that grindstone in there, s'I. Without HELP, mind you 'thout HELP! THAT'S wher 'tis.
An' I give her to understand sharp off 't she'd better do what she did do if she wanted you in the Sodality at all. 'An', s'I, 'I donno what she'll think o' you anyway, not knowin' enough to go to two companies in one evenin', like the City, even if one is your own. She see reason.
"The very words I was a-sayin' no longer ago th'n this minute to Sister Utterback, 'n' she'll tell you so herself. Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, LOOK at it, s'I what COULD he a-wanted of it, s'I. Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she " "But how in the nation'd they ever GIT that grindstone IN there, ANYWAY? 'n' who dug that-air HOLE? 'n' who " "My very WORDS, Brer Penrod!
And the place was plum full of farmers and farmers' wives, to dinner; and such another clack a body never heard. Old Mrs. Hotchkiss was the worst; her tongue was a-going all the time. She says: "Well, Sister Phelps, I've ransacked that-air cabin over, an' I b'lieve the nigger was crazy. I says to Sister Damrell didn't I, Sister Damrell? s'I, he's crazy, s'I them's the very words I said.
An' she was homely kind o' coarse made, more like a shed than a dwellin' house. Her dress an' little flappy cape hed the looks o' bein' held on by her shoulders alone, an' her hands was midnight dirty. "I was feelin' just tired enough to snap her up. "'A nickel! s'I, crisp, 'give you a nickel! An' what you willin' to give me? "She looked sort o' surprised an' foolish an' her mouth open.
"So I says, ''Leven, you never see anybody dead before. What's the differ'nce between her an' you? "'She can't move, 'Leven says, starin' down. "'Yes, sir, s'I, 'that's it. She's through doin' the things she was born to do, an' you ain't. "With that 'Leven looks at me. "'I can't do nothin', she says again. "'Why, then, says I, brisk, 'you're as good as dead, an' we'd best bury you, too.
Sister March, s'I, 'let me go tell him! And s'she, jestingly, 'Go if you think it's safe. So here I am!" The old man laughed timorously. "Well?" John kept his hands in his lap, where each was trying to wrench the fingers off the other. "What is it?" "Why, John, the Lawd has provided! For one thing and even that the smallest, Sister March's Widewood lands air as good as hers again!"
What do you think the Lord wants you 'round for? "An' she didn't say nothin', only stood fingerin' the shroud she wore. "'Here, s'I, then, 'is the comb. Here is Jennie's picture. The pins is in her hair. Take it down an' do it over. There's somethin' to do an' ease her mother about Jennie not lookin' natural. "An' with that I marched myself out an' shut the door.
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