"I guess," she said, "I could, if we all do it. I know mother would of." "Yes," Miss Viny nodded, "mother would of." Libbie Liberty stood for a moment with compressed lips. "It seems like not payin' respect to mother," she began; and then shook her head. "It ain't that," she said; "it's only missin' her when we begin to step around the kitchen, bakin' up for a holiday."
Not that Ned neglected 'Tenty; he could not follow her about from house to house, and she had done sewing for his mother, and in the evening Aunt 'Viny always needed her.
I seemed kind of hard, 'Tenty, them days, but I had feelin' enough." "I don't doubt but what you had, Aunt 'Viny; only one can't see far ahead, you know, when it rains. I'm sure I've been as happy as a clam these last six years, and I don't calculate to resk that by gettin' married, never. Besides, I've learned what you used to call the grass's lesson, pretty well."
Miss 'Viny noticed the change in her darling, but she was a woman who had acquired wisdom by experience, and she said nothing; she only grew more exacting of 'Tenty's presence, wanted her earlier in the evening, found fault with her food, and behaved generally so unlike her usual stern patience, that Content was really roused out of her dreaminess to wonder what ailed Aunt 'Viny.
The emerald fajas had been laid by. To garland that viny strip in Lola's locks was beyond Jane's power. "What a little icicle it is!" mused the doctor. "If I had taken a thorn from a dog's foot the creature would have been more grateful!" Even as he was thinking this, he felt a sudden pressure upon his hand.
At that moment, in the sweep of the head-light, Peter saw Viny Berry, one of Nan's younger sisters, coming up from Niggertown's public well, carrying two buckets of water. Viny was hurrying, plashing the water over the sides of her buckets. The importance of her mission was written in her black face. "She's awful thirsty," she called to Peter in guarded tones.
Lovey Mary did not understand very clearly what Miss Viny was talking about, but she was glad to follow her in the winding paths, where new beauties were waiting at every turn. "These is geraniums, ain't they? One of the girls had one, once, in a flower-pot when she was sick." "Yes," said Miss Viny; "they're Methodist.
The small, round-leafed partridgeberry weaves its viny mat, and lays out its scarlet fruit; and here are blackberry vines with leaves still green, though with a bluish tint, not unlike what invades mortal noses in such weather.
"Luck a'n't anything," grimly returned Lovina, who had squeezed her tears back, lest the two or three that inclined to fall should spot the baby's blanket; "but I'm goin' to take her out into the kitchen, because I calculate to open the winder in here." So the baby and Aunt 'Viny went out.
I shall make an essay on that matter some day; I will not inflict it here. So, by dint of hard work, Aunt 'Viny brought up her dead sister's child in the way it should go, nor ever for one moment grudged her labor or her time.