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But little Mary Elizabeth, why, she ain't none too angelic to git a good healthy spell o' the pouts once-t in a while, but ef she's handled kind an' tender, why, she'll come thoo without havin' to humble herself with apologies.
But w'en you git Hannibal out'n de house, en git all thoo wid dis baby-doll, you mus' fetch it back ter me, fer it's monst'us powerful goopher, en is liable ter make mo' trouble ef you leabe it layin' roun'. "Well, Jeff tuk de baby-doll, en slip' up ter de big house, en whistle' ter Chloe, en w'en she come out he tol' 'er w'at ole Aun' Peggy had said.
Tek de right, an' you go whah yo' fancy tek you." "Good-by," whispered Mary. "Good-by, miss," said the negro, in the same low voice; "good-by, boss; don't you fo'git you promise tek me thoo to de Yankee' when you come back. I 'feered you gwine fo'git it, boss." The spy said he would not, and they left him.
"One er de No'the'n w'ite lady teachers at de mission school tuck a likin' ter little Janet, an' put her thoo school, an' den sent her off ter de No'th fer ter study ter be a school teacher. W'en she come back, 'stead er teachin' she ma'ied ole Adam Miller's son." "The rich stevedore's son, Dr. Miller?" "Yas, suh, dat's de man, you knows 'im.
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de win', en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n arm?" Den he hear de latch, en he know it's in de room!
I wouldn't dare ter teck it in thoo my eye, 'caze don' keer what you say, when a word sets out wid r-a-t, I gwine see a open-eyed rat settin' right at de head of it blinkin' at me ev'y time I looks at it." Speaker: A Black Girl. Time: Easter Morning. "'Scuse me knockin' at yo' do' so early, Miss Bettie, but I'se in trouble. Don't set up in bed. Jes' lay still an' lemme talk to yer.
"En de chilluns, dey had ter put der han's on der moufs fer ter keep fum laffin'. Den Brer Rabbit he got de kittle en commenced fer to po' de hot water on de chist-lid. "'W'at dat I hear, Brer Rabbit? "'You hear de win' a blowin', Brer Wolf. "Den de water begin fer ter sif' thoo. "'W'at dat I feel, Brer Rabbit? "'You feels de fleas a bitin', Brer Wolf.
And this afternoon, while she was in the parlour with Jenny, all of a sudden voices and clamour in the forge outside! The son, the outcast son, had quietly presented himself to his father. "Oh, an sic a to-do! His fadther wadna let him ben. 'Naa, he says, 'if thoo's got owt to say, thoo may say it i' th' shop.
It's shame o' mysel that gars me hate the place, mother! Ance and no more wull I stan' there, making o' 't my stele o' repentance; and syne doon the steps and awa, like Adam frae the gairden!" "And what's to come o' Eve? Are ye gaein, like him, to say, 'The wuman thoo giedest til me it was a' her wyte'?" "Ye ken weel I'm takin a' the wyte upo mysel!"
When it come midnight he couldn't stan' it no mo'; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down 'gin de 'win, en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. En he begin to shiver en shake, en say, "Oh, my! "Bzzz zzz zzz W-h-o g-o-t m-y g-o-l-d-e-n ARM?"
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