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"I will ask aunt Gary," I said; "and I think she will let you build my fire, Margaret." "Thank'e, ma'am. First rate fires, I'll make, Miss Daisy. We'se all so glad Miss Daisy come to Magnoly." Were they? I thought, and what did she mean by their all "belonging to me"? I was not accustomed to quite so much deference.
My mammy say we'll stay right here 'til Massa Fulton goes, an' den" Estralla stopped, leaned a little nearer to Sylvia and whispered, "an' den my mammy an' I we'se gwine to go with Massa Fulton." Mrs. Fulton was not in her room, so Sylvia went down the stairs to look for her. She heard voices in the sitting-room, and turned in that direction. "Oh!" she whispered, as she stood in the open door.
"Weel, sir, if ye will gae up wi' me, as the burial company has dispersed, we'se mak ye down a bed at the lodge, and we'se see if Edie's at the barn.
Coom, Victoria, howd up, owd lad; we'se soon be theer now. An' so th' owd rooster is Prince Consort? An' the drake's th' Prince o' Wales? Ho, ho! Have ye getten any more royalties yonder?" "I've used up pretty near all th' royal fam'ly," replied Margaret, with a recurrence of her former dolorous pride; "it's the only mark o' respect as I can show my sovering.
After ten minutes of the wild race with the squall, which now was as quickly lighting up, we heard the roar of the breakers near at hand. "Put her up in de win', or we'se gone, sho'!" shrieked young Rastus, who had crawled aft. "Gone where?" cried Sandy, his grim visage, dripping with water, now visible braced against the tiller.
Twitt with a doubtful air "But there's ter'uble things allus 'appenin', an' I sez if warnings is sent to us even out o' the mouths o' babes and sucklings, let's accept 'em in good part. An' if so be a magpie is chose by the Lord as a messenger we'se fools if we despises the magpie.
There was a pause, and then the old man cried, pleadingly: "We'se gwine to lebe dis place; we's gwine up to de house in de mornin'. My ole woman can't come down heah now, case de sojers is always firm', and Mars' Hinton told us to come to de quarters, sah." "I don't believe a word of it, you old rascal. I'll see whether Hinton has ordered you to leave here.
So long as we'se doin' his will, Missy, it don't matter much whether we'se goin' roun' an' roun' or straight ahead. Stan' over, Ceesah!" and Pompey gave a final polish to the horse's already immaculate legs. "Why don't you blacken their hoofs, Pompey? They used to do it in Barbadoes." Pompey's eyes twinkled.
And I marked that this path was freshly trodden. I recall a small shock of surprise at this, for the way was used only in the early autumn to connect with some fields beyond the hill. And then I heard a sharp cry from Hugo and pulled Cynthia short. He was some ten paces behind me. "Marse Dick!" he shouted, the whites of his eyes rolled up. "We'se gwine to be robbed, Marse Dick."
"Git in dar-ar churn of yoh'n an' go dis minit to Tom Hewlet's house, den tell Miss Nancy ole Timmie say we'se countin' on her! She'll come, too! Make haste now, man!" The noise of his little machine was growing faint, when the door opened and Brent stood on the threshold. "Where's Stone, Aunt Timmie?"
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