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Georgie replied by uttering a great shout of mingled astonishment and joy, as he clasped the child in his arms. Then, setting her down and holding her at arm's-length, he cried in remarkably broken English "Know you! W'at? Vous hold nuss hold Georgie not know Miss Letty. Ho! Miss Letty! my hold 'art's a-busted a'most! But you's come back. T'ank do Lor'! Look 'ere, Miss Letty."
And just as Stephen passed him, this man was overtaken by an old negress, with tears streaming down her face, who seized the threadbare hem of his coat. Stephen paused involuntarily. "Well, Nancy," said the little man, "we had marvellous luck. I was able to buy your daughter for you with less than the amount of your savings." "T'ank you, Mistah Cantah," wailed the poor woman, "t'ank you, suh.
As if the object of his visit was entirely accomplished, Peter rose to leave. "I t'ank you ver' much, missus," he said politely. "It's a ver' varm evening, not? Goodnight." For a few minutes after Peter left, Sylvia sat thinking over what he had said, and her own face grew "vorried" too.
"Missa Vellam say not for vait no longer, Mademoiselle! She aw' right. She say t'ank you now for to go home!" Eleanor rose with a shuddering sigh "Come then, Calamity," she said. Wayland walked with her to the ranch house, the old half-breed woman pattering behind. The gray dawn-light lay on the river mistily. At the gate, she turned. "Has Mr. Matthews come back yet, Calamity?"
"First supper then open your Trojan horse," said Kelso. "First I must show my goods," Eli insisted, "ant I'll bet you take dem all everyt'ing vat I have in dot pack an' you pay my price an' you t'ank me say 'Eli, vat you have to drink?" "I'll bet you four bits I don't," said Kelso. "You are my frient; I vould not take your money like dot so easy. No! It vould not be right.
Reardon to join him in three fingers of nepenthe to celebrate the occasion. "T'ank you, sor, but I never dhrink on djooty," Mr. Reardon retorted with chill politeness, "nor," he added, "wit' me immejiate superiors." A superficial analysis of this remark will convince the most sceptical that Mr. Reardon, with true Hibernian adroitness, had managed to convey an insult without seeming to convey it.
"T'ank you," replied the African, who thought it best not to repel the offer of her friend; "dese am gettin' wored consid'ble, and by de time you got back, I'll need anoder pair." The evening was advancing. In answer to Ballyhoo's inquiries, Captain Shirril looked at his watch, and said that it was nearly eleven o'clock.
Maybe Miss Daisy wouldn't read us de story, and de angels, and de shepherds, and dat great light what come down, and make us feel good for Christmas; and Uncle Darry, he'll t'ank de Lord." The last words were put in a half-questioning form to me, rather taking for granted that I would readily do what was requested.
"Lead the way." "T'ank yo', sah; t'ank yo', sah. Follow me, sah." Jack's mulatto guide led him down the street a little way, then around a corner. Here a rickety old cab with a single horse attached, waited. A gray old darkey sat on the driver's seat. "Step right inside, sah. We'll be dere direckly. Marse Truax'll be powahful glad see yo', sah."
"My mudder, she was good woman. I am glad she did not lif to know what Fadette do." His eyes drank her in for a minute, then he said: "I go sleep now, t'ank you till moontime." In a moment his deep breathing filled the room, the only sound save for the fire within and the frost outside. Time went on. The night deepened.
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