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The Missis wants 'e your aunt I should say." "Wants me?" "Ess. 'T is wan o' her bad days, wi' her liver an' lights a bitin' at her like savage creatures. She'm set on seein' you, an' if I go home-along without 'e, she'll awnly cuss." "What can she want me for?" "She 's sick 'n' taken a turn for the wuss, last few days. Doctor Parsons doan't reckon she can hold out much longer.
She'm purty nigh satisfied wi' what would satisfy a dog, come to think on it. 'T is her joy to fret an' fume an' pine o' nights for un, an' tire the A'mighty's ear wi' plans an' suggestions for un; aye, think an' sweat an' starve for un all times.
"None at all; if 't wasn't for Widow Coomstock," said Gaffer Lezzard. "You 'm tu pushing theer, an' I say it even now, for truth's truth, though it be the last thing a man's ear holds." "Break it to her gentle," said Billy, ignoring the other's criticism; "she'm on in years, and have cast a kindly eye awver me since the early sixties.
That's the way she's done since since she's sick. Keeps repeating " "My grandchild! From a good mother and a bad father comes a good grandchild. My grandchild! She'm a good one. My " "Mama dearie, Mr. Haas is in a hurry. He's come to help me walk you into a little room to rest before we go home in Mr. Haas's big, fine auto. Where you can go and rest, mama, and read the newspapers. Come."
'Don't call mother the old lady, dear. 'Well, she is. And she says animals has got no souls. She'm only got a little small 'un herself. 'Hazel! 'Well, it's God's truth. 'Why? 'If she'd got a nice tidy bit herself, she'd know Foxy'd got one, too. Now I've got a shimmy with lace on, I know lots of other girls sure to have 'em. Afore I couldna have believed it.
If she'm gwaine to leave un out the account altogether, he'll be worse off than the foxes. His son's gone to foreign paarts an' his darter's lyin'-in not that her husband would spare a crust o' bread for auld Lezzard, best o' times." "Trust me to do what's right. Now I'll go and see after Chris." "An' make it up with Will while sun shines on 'e.
'Tis terrible work dipping into it, an' I looks at both sides of a halfpenny 'fore I spend it. Wish you would. You'm tu generous, Will. But accounts are that difficult." This was not the spirit of the hour, however. "I was gwaine to say that out of all our happiness an' fortune we might let a little bubble awver for Chris eh? She'm such a gude gal, an' you love her so dearly as what I do a'most."
"Think of her kindly," said Uncle Chirgwin as Mary left him without more words. "She'm so young an' ignorant o' the gert world, Polly. An' if the worst falls, which God forbid, 'tis her as'll suffer most, not we." "Us have all got to suffer an' suffer this side our graaves," she said, mounting wearily. "So young an' purty as she be the moral o' her mother.
'Tis the drink she'm soaked in it, like a sponge." "I'll come," said Hicks, and half an hour later he approached his aunt's dwelling and entered it. Mrs. Lezzard was now sunk into a condition of chronic crapulence which could only end in one way. Her husband had been ordered again and again to keep all liquor from her, but, truth to tell, he made no very sustained effort to do so.
"She'm sinkin', she'm goin' un'er," the negro yelled. "Be ready, every one, to jump the moment I lay alongside," Houghton shouted. Then he luffed sharply to the wind, dropped his sail; his light craft lost headway, and glided alongside of the sinking boat. "Now jump, all," he cried.
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