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I said to mother: 'I 'spect them ole tarrapins is dead an' starved, but I'll go see. "I found 'em under the wood-pile, an' they didn't smell nor nothin', so I took 'em all four up to mother an' put 'em on the kitchen table befo' the fire, an' I devilled 'em every way to wake up, an' crawl, and show some signs of life. No, they was stone dead!
"'Spect you drove enough during the war to last you for the rest of your life." "Ah, Government service. A very different thing. That reminds me; I've come to-day to consult you on a matter of public business." "Business?" Sir John took another piece of buttered toast. If only Sir John would go on eating. Nothing like buttered toast for sustaining that mood of voluptuous inertia. When Mr.
Of course I didn't 'spect nuthin' o' yew when yew was jist a bachelor, an' we'd sort o' lost sight er each other fer many a year, but arter yew got connected with the Hum by marriage sorter " "Connected with the Hum by marriage!" broke in Samuel with a snort of indignant protest. "Me!" Words failed him.
I 'spect it b'longs to de tiefs, but I don't want you to open it till some one's cotched, and then if it finds an owner, well and good; but if it don't, I want you to keep it to 'member me. It's a purty thing, an' it's mine if it don't get an owner, 'cause I found it; and, as I said, I want you to hab it." "You are not going away, are you, Jeff?" "Yes, young massa, berry fur."
I didn't ebber 'spect nuffin' but jest a tollable libbin', only a bit ob larnin, fer my chillen. I tried mighty hard, an' dis is jes what's come on't. I don't pertend ter say what's de matter, but sunthin' is wrong, or else sunthin' hez been wrong, an' dis that we hez now is jest de fruits on't I dunno which. I can't understand it, nohow.
"See here, Sallie," I insisted warmly, "I 'm master of this house and I want some kind of answer besides yes, and no. Where is he?" "Ah reckon he's out in one o' ther cabins, sah he done don't sleep in the house nohow." "He does n't sleep here! Why?" "Ah spect it 's cause he 's afeerd too, 'sah," she replied, her snaky eyes showing.
Katie Clifford sat on the floor, in the sun, feeding her white mice. She had a tea-spoon and a cup of bread and milk in her hands. If she had been their own mother she could not have smiled down on the little creatures more sweetly. "'Cause I spect they's hungry, and that's why I'm goin' to give 'em sumpin' to eat.
Teddy Markham says that all little boys should go to Sunday school, and that if they don't they're sure to go to the bad place. I don't see how you can 'spect me to behave well when you won't send me to Sunday school. "Would you like to go?" asked Salome, almost in a whisper. "I'd like it bully," said Lionel Hezekiah frankly and succinctly.
Arthur blushed as the thought crossed his mind, that the negro's sense of honor was higher than his own; but his curiosity overcame his scruples, and he went on questioning Jeff, as he rubbed up and trimmed the lamps for evening. "Perhaps you heard my name, Jeff, eh?" "Well, 'casionally, I 'spect I did, sah.
Meanwhile Maria beat and mixed and stirred the things in her wooden bowl; and by and by ladled out a glassful of rich- looking, yellow, creamy froth I did not know what it was, only it looked beautiful and presented it to me. "Miss Daisy mus' tell Mis' Felissy Maria haint forgot how to make it 'spect she haint, anyhow. Dat's for Miss Daisy's Christmas." "It's very nice!" I said.
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