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"Dat is sholy de trufe w'en I has been wid you," said Martha Jane Jenkins, wrathfully. But now from the open attic windows were heard such piercing shrieks that they all with one consent turned in that direction. "Americky, you go bring me you brudda," instructed Martha, cuffing soundly the girl with the guilty eye.
Ef you means her, she's off to church to-day, an' sleeps at her mammy's house. "'Does you feel willin' to swar to de trufe of your insertion, ole dame? he disclaims. 'I shall resist on dat' fierce as a buck-rabbit, holdin' up his right hand, an' blinkin' his little 'cute eyes. "Sartin an' sure I does when de right time is come, I sez.
"Seem like dem creturs is clean gone, sho' nuf," he exclaimed, with an air of unwilling conviction; then adding, "well, ef dey's gone, I 'se got 'em to fine, dat's de trufe." He called in the dog, and, taking his dinner bucket, climbed the fence and struck off into the woods.
"My landy!" whispered Estralla, peering in from the balcony window. "Your mammy's a angel. An' so is you, Missy. I was gwine tell her the trufe if she'd scolded, I su'ly was. Landy! I'd a sight ruther be whipped than have you scolded, Missy." Sylvia looked at her in astonishment.
A wicked wite man's bad snuff, dur Lord nose! but dey so dam wite, an so kussed sarcy, day doun no no better, so dar's some appolleragee fur 'em; but I gin yer for th noe as how, a wicked nigger can nibber scape frum de vengence ob de Lord-day's no use playin possum any more dan day was ob Joner coorin it into de wale's belly! I tink I see you look round. Yer's better! Fer wot I tells yer's trufe!
How could the poor negro how could anybody know what a whirlwind of yearning affection, dread, and anxiety was raging behind these cool, level tones? "Mistiss, I tell you de trufe: Mars. George is sorter hurted, but he ain't hurted much.
I didn't give you credit for such a fertile imagination. "What's dat, massa?" asked Julius, looking puzzled. "I didn't know you were such a skillful liar." "Yah! yah!" laughed Julius, quite comprehending this compliment. "I reckon I can twis' de trufe pretty well, Massa Curtis!" "You have done well, Julius," said Curtis, approvingly. "Here's a dollar!"
"And food to eat?" "Dat's so." "And never asked you to do a lick of work since you got the rheumatism?" "Dat's es true es de Gospel." "Then what do you mean by going off like mad to that little, broken-down shanty with half the roof gone?" Uncle Ishmael shuffled his heavy feet and scratched his head again. "Hit's de trufe, Marse Tom," he said at last. "Hit's de Gospel trufe.
Porter did not like it at all, when he found his property in this condition, and Miss Fitch punished Eyebright, and Wealthy scolded hard; but Eyebright never could be made to see that she had done any thing naughty. "He's a wicked man, and he didn't tell the trufe," was all she would say.
"Now, you old hag," cried the sick man, his weak, husky voice trembling with passion, "you know you're telling me a lie." "No, Mawse Chawlie," she protested with a coward's frown, "I swah I tellin' you de God's trufe!" "Hand me my clothes off that chair." "Oh! but, Mawse Chawlie " The little doctor cursed her. She did as she was bid, and made as if to leave the room. "Don't you go away."
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