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Ef you can leab off chattin' wid de quality long enough to go teh yo' stall, I'll show you de way." I repeat the Guernsey used to be our best-behaved, most intelligent and ladylike cow, but when Amos endeavoured to lead her away, she calmly sank down just where she was, and went to sleep. This was too much for Amos.
A few evenings later Pete entered with fascinating innovations in his apparel. As she had seen him twice and he had different suits on each time, Maggie had a dim impression that his wardrobe was prodigiously extensive. "Say, Mag," he said, "put on yer bes' duds Friday night an' I'll take yehs teh deh show. See?"
Ez soon ez he come back from teh war Ole Kunnel Bill, an' Young Kunnel Bill, an' all the rest o' the Pennington clan an' connection begun watchin' fur a chance ter git even with him. The Ole Kunnel used ter vow an' swar thet he'd never leave the airth ontil Dave Brill wuz under the clods o' the valley.
"I'm afeared I've roused ye up too soon," she said, coming toward the bed with a look of real concern upon her sad, sweet face. "I raylly didn't intend ter. I jest opened the book ter read teh promise 'bout our Father heedin' even a sparrer's fall, an' forgot 'bout our Father heedin' even a sparrer's fall, an' forgot, an' read on; an' when I read, I must read out loud, ter git the good of hit.
It was a small, densely compacted loaf of the size and shape of a badly distorted brick. When broken, it divided into layers, each of which showed "teh bprindt of teh kkneading-mutcheen," said Reisen to Narcisse; "yoost like a tsoda crecker!"
It's yo' on'y chance; fur onct Marse Hi gits you 'way f'um heah, it'll be many a long day foh you sees yo' sweetheart ag'in. I tell you yo' pap's thet desprut dar's no tellin' whut he woan do teh keep you an' yo' sweetheart 'part. So doan let me heah no 'jections, but jes' listen to me.
Go teh hell wid him, damn yeh, an' a good riddance. Go teh hell an' see how yeh likes it." Maggie gazed long at her mother. "Go teh hell now, an' see how yeh likes it. Git out. I won't have sech as yehs in me house! Get out, d'yeh hear! Damn yeh, git out!" The girl began to tremble. At this instant Pete came forward. "Oh, what deh hell, Mag, see," whispered he softly in her ear.
What deh hell deh yeh wanna tag aroun' atter me fer? Yeh'll git me inteh trouble wid deh ol' man an' dey'll be hell teh pay! If he sees a woman roun' here he'll go crazy an' I'll lose me job! See? Yer brudder come in here an' raised hell an' deh ol' man hada put up fer it! An' now I'm done! See? I'm done." The girl's eyes stared into his face. "Pete, don't yeh remem "
He replaced the ramrod in its thimbles with one quick thrust, and as he raised his eyes from the nipple upon which he had placed the cap, he saw that the Rebel squad had gained the foot of the knoll and started up its side. He raised teh gun to fire, but as he did so he heard a voice call out from behind him: "Skeet outen thar! Skeet outen thar! Come up heah, quick!"
"Say, Mag," said Pete, "give us a kiss for takin' yeh teh deh show, will yer?" Maggie laughed, as if startled, and drew away from him. "Naw, Pete," she said, "dat wasn't in it." "Ah, what deh hell?" urged Pete. The girl retreated nervously. "Ah, what deh hell?" repeated he. Maggie darted into the hall, and up the stairs. She turned and smiled at him, then disappeared.
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