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She were trained at Berea in High School then Knoxville; then she get mo' learnin in Nashville in some course." "Mah wife died way back yonder in 1884. Then when ah gets married again, mah wife am 32 when ah am 63. No'am, no mo' chillens. Ah lives heah an farms, an takes care ob mah sick girl, an mah boy, he live across the lane thah."
Oh, yass, suh, thass his tha' thass his ma'ied son, in thah; yass, suh, the one 'ith the fah hah; yass, suh. I thought you meant the yetheh one." "I don't believe," said I, "I'd better put myself on the old gentleman when the mistress of the house is away." "She ain't awa-ay." "Is she not! Isn't she the Mrs. Oliver Charlotte Oliver who is such friends she and her husband, I mean, of course, "
I wuz list'nin' to Brothah Rice et t'othah eend o' the camp." "Did you shout with the rest, Mrs. Rogers?" Dudley asked. "I should say so!" she answered. "Ev'rybody did, an' sich a hullabaloo ez it wuz 'nough to raise the dead. I thought fur a minit thet judgment-day hed come, an' wouldn't been s'prised to heah the toot o' Gabr'el's horn then an' thah.
"But I'm sayin' that ain't life. I'm sayin' I ain't been fitted fo' wo'k. I 'ain't been educated. I've lived in a log- cabin down in the Virginia mountains all man life. I left thah six weeks ago, after mah mother died. She was the last of ouah family but me. I 'ain't never been to school. She taught me to read in the Bible, an' to write.
Soon's we git the heft o' the fall wuck did up, you'n' me will mek you one o' them fine quilted silk petticoats, lak Betsy's, to w'ar under yer red calaminco dress. Thah now!" and she kissed the girl "say yer prayers, an' go to sleep." Then she murmured as she left the room, "Pore gal! 'Tis hard on her; but I jes' can't spar' her this wintah.
Her speech exercised a certain force upon Jim Bowles. He stepped on the faster, tripped upon a clod and stumbled, spilling half the milk from the pail. "Thah, now!" said he. "Thah hit goes ag'in. Done spilt the melk. Well, hit's too far back to the house now fer mo'. But, now, mebbe Sim wasn't playin' on the track." "Mebbe he wasn't!" said Sarah Ann, scornfully. "Why, o' co'se he was."
Once alone, Josephine flung herself face downward upon the bed and burst into a storm of tears, her fine courage for once outworn. She wept until utterly spent. Sally, after leaving the room, had returned unnoticed, and when at last Josephine turned about she saw the old woman standing there. A hard hand gently edged under her heaving shoulder. "Thah now, honey, doan' cry!
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