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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Now jest look right here, Miss Joan ma'm," she cried, flourishing a cooking spoon to point her words. "I ain't a woman of many words by no means, as you might say, but what I sure says means what I mean, no more an' no less, as the sayin' is. I've kep' house all my life, an' I reckon ther's no female from St. Ellis ken show me.
Ther's on'y one way, miss, you must talk 'em nice, an', an' if they go fer to take liberties, you why you," she edged toward her kitchen, "you jest send for me right away." She hurried out, and the moment she was out of sight fled precipitately to the farthest extremity of her own domain and armed herself with the heavy iron shaker of the cook-stove.
'You kissed back good 'n hard. Gran sport! he added turning to me. 'Best I ever had, was my humble acknowledgement. 'Seldom ever see a girl kissed so powerful, he said as he took Hope hand in his. 'Now if the Bible said when a body kissed ye on one cheek ye mus' turn if other I wouldn't find no fault. But ther's a heap o differ'nce 'tween a whack an' a smack.
Perhaps he see 'em when ee's going to the wood with a wood cart or he cooms across 'em in the turnips wounded birds, you understan', miss, perhaps the day after the gentry 'as been bangin' at 'em all day. An' ee don't see, not for the life of 'im, why ee shouldn't have 'em. Ther's bin lots an' lots for the rich folks, an' he don't see why ee shouldn't have a few arter they've enjoyed theirselves.
"We ain't got no chick of our own. Ther's jest Seth to foller us, an' if you ken help him out in this thing, same as you once helped me out, you're doin' a real fine thing. The boy ain't happy wi'out Rosebud, an' ain't never like to be. You fix it, an' I'll buy you a noo buggy. Guess I'll go to Seth."
'Then, sez 'e, 'the feelin's in the nerves, an' if ther's no nerves, no feelin's. 'That's so, sez the doctor. 'W'en them toes is gone, doctor, the nerves is gone. 'Ow could ther' be any feelin's? 'Look 'ere, sez the doctor, an' I was feared 'e was gettin' real mad, 'jest quit it right now. 'Well, well.
I allow ther's folks guesses dollars talks. Wal, I'm guessin' they just holler. Make the wad big enough and ther' ain't nuthin' you can't buy from a wheat binder to a royal princess with a crown o' jools. The only thing you're li'ble to have trouble over is the things Natur' fancies handin' you fer nix. That an' hoss sense.
My fathers. ther's the Chiefs you have made high, we will obey them, as also my young men, the Pipe I hold in my hand is the pipe of my father, I am pore as you See, take pity on me I believe what you have Said My fathers- You think the great meadel you gave My great Chief pleases me and the small one you gave me gives me the heart to go with him to See my Great father.
"Say," he interrupted him, "ther's lies I hate, an' ther's lies that don't make no odds. You've lied in a way I hate. You've lied 'cos you had to lie, knowin' you was doin' wrong. If you hadn't know'd you was doin' wrong you wouldn't have needed to lie sure. Say, you're not only handin' over that kiddie to her mother, you're handin' her over to that feller. Now, get to it an' tell me things.
"I don't see no light," he remarked, after a few moments. "No," I said. "It's gone." "Eh?" he inquired. "It's gone!" I repeated, irritably. He turned and regarded me silently, through the dark. "I'd go an' 'ave a sleep, mate," he said, at length. "I've been that way meself. Ther's nothin' like a snooze w'en yer gets like that." "What!" I said. "Like what?" "It's all right, mate.
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