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They're amazin' proud an' ch'ice of 'em, an' ye don't want to hurt their feelin's, but ye'd better shove 'em right outer the sasser inter yer britches pocket 'n eat 'em leastways that 's the way they 'fected me." Visions of a past mortal suffering flitted across Captain Pharo's face. "I'll try," I said.
I believe you've known it all along." "I say allowin' it is, you haven't any right to say Charlie took this money from the Orham bank. You can't prove any such thing." "Aw, be still! Prove prove nothin'. When a cat and a sasser of milk's shut up together and the milk's gone, you don't need proof to know where it's gone, do you? Don't talk to me about proof, Jed Winslow.
The first time I set opposite to her at table I made up my mind I wouldn't drink out of my sasser if I scalded the lining off my throat. She was city born and brought up, but she wa'n't one of your common "He! he! ain't you turrible!" lunch-counter princesses, with a head like a dandelion gone to seed and a fish-net waist. You bet she wa'n't!
"Ain't he a beauty, though?" setting down on the table-wing a pink plate in the midst of which reposed an apple whose crackling skin disclosed a toothsome interior. "I bring a pink sasser so's to match his insides. But ain't he rich, though!" "Sarah," said Phronsie, with hungry eyes on the apple, "I think he is very nice indeed, and I do thank you for bringing him."
"I dunno, suh, dat I don't, caze she ain' no better'n one er dese yer wish-wishys,* an' I ain' mek out yit ef'n twuz her er her hant. Las' night 'bout sundown dar she wuz a-lappin' her sasser er milk right at ole miss feet, en dis mawnin' at sunup dar she warn't. Dat's all I know, suh, ef'n you lay me out." * Will-o'-the-wisp. "Well, I reckon she'll turn up agin," said Peterkin consolingly.
Old Sperry Dyer, that wanted to git Lyddy himself, used to call 'em cup an' sasser, 'There they be, he'd say, when he stood outside the meetin'-house door an' they drove up; 'there comes cup an' sasser. Lyddy was a little mite of a thing, with great black eyes; an' if Josh hadn't been as tough as tripe, he'd ha' got all wore out waitin' on her.
"Anyway," vowed Abe, suddenly beginning to unfasten the pillow-shams, "these belong ter us, an' I'm a-goin' ter take 'em." They went down-stairs silently, the shams wrapped in a newspaper carried under his arm. "Waal, naow," he tried to speak cheerfully as they rejoined the others, and he pushed his way toward the dining-room, "I'll go an' git my cup an' sasser."
Next day arter we laid her away, it come into my head, 'Now we can burn up them things. It may ha' been wicked, but there 't was, an' the thought kep' arter me, till all I could think of was the chist; an' byme-by I says to Mary Ellen, one mornin', 'Le's open it to-day an' make a burnfire! An' Mary Ellen she turned as white as a sheet, an' dropped her spoon into her sasser, an' she says: 'Not yet!
Be that as it may, we rambles on until it must be going on towards nine forty-five o'clock, and comes to a neat bungalow on a green slope inside of a high white fence. There's a venerable party setting on the front porch, in his shirt-sleeves. He looks beneficent and well fed. "'Pull down your vest, son-boy, I says to Sweet Caps, 'and please remember not to drink your coffee out of the sasser.
"And won't thee have some-in a sasser?" he inquired tenderly of Carrie, "and set up and feed thyself? Thee ought to give thy grandame a chance to eat her bite don't thee be a selfish little dear." "I want my mamma," responded Carrie, at once taking this twinkle-eyed childless father into her confidence. "I'm waiting for my mamma. When she comes she'll give me my supper and put me to bed."
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