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"You are a wonderful cook, Unavella," she said, with a pathetic cheerfulness which did not deceive her faithful handmaiden, who, as she confided afterwards to a friend, wuz weepin' bitter gall tears in her mind, though she kep' a calm front outside, for she wuzn't goin' ter be outdid in pluck by that little bit of sweetness. "I shall be able to give you a beautiful character."
Me own hear-rt is har-rd an' me eyes ar-re dhry, but I'd break down if I had to hand anny wan that much. 'I suppose th' check is good, says th' clargyman, ''Tis certified, says th' weepin' father. 'Do ye take this check, says th' clargyman, 'to have an' to hold, until some wan parts ye fr'm it? he says. 'I do, says th' young man.
And some after servin' the public for years wuz banished, some beheaded, some had their eyes put out, one died of vexation, one who wuz deposed died when the bell rung in his successor. A few died in battle, but only a few on 'em passed away in their beds after a lingerin' and honorable sickness with their one wife and children weepin' about 'em.
That same night, however, Geordie showed that with all his theories he had a man's true heart, for he came in haste to Mrs. Mavor to say: 'Ye'll be needed ower yonder, a'm thinkin'. 'Why? Is the baby worse? Have you been in? 'Na, na, replied Geordie cautiously, 'a'll no gang where a'm no wanted. But yon puir thing, ye can hear ootside weepin' and moanin'.
"Oh, monahs, you may stan' dar er weepin', Fur de brooms uv de Lord is er sweepin', An' all de trash dey's er heapin' Outside er de golden gate. "So, sinners, yer'd better be er tu'nin', Er climin' an' er scramblin' an' er runnin', Fur ter 'scape dat drefful burnin' In de awful jedgment day."
But I sent up a tray of good vittles which wuz refused, and I d'no as she eat a mou'ful that day. At night I went agin to the door, and agin I hearn the sound of weepin' inside. Sez I, "Arvilly, let me in; I've got a letter for you from Waitstill Webb." Sweet little creeter! She remembered her agony, and dropped this flower onto the grave of Arvilly's happiness.
But today Prue's eyes were red, and her lips were all a-droop, the which, though her smile was brave and ready, the Ancient was quick to notice. "Why, Prue, lass, you've been weepin'!" "Yes, grandfer." "Your pretty eyes be all swole red they be; what's the trouble?" "Oh! 'tis nothing, dear, 'tis just a maid's fulishness never mind me, dear."
The Lord had his plans when he took away all her other relations an' I ain't one to interfere." "It means the loss of my job," objected Larry sullenly. "It does not." There was another flourish of the scrub-cloth. "Listen to me, Larry Donovan. Is there anyone in this house 't knows how old Mary Rose is? Does Mrs. Bracken or that crosspatch Miss Adams or the weepin' willow, Mrs.
"That hain't no theology But a sort of doxology, Here's my apology, Maker of me, Here where I'm sittin', Smooth as a kitten, Smokin' and spittin' Into the sea. "The storm winds come sweepin', Come widowed and weepin', Come rippin' and reapin', The wheat of the loam, And some says, it's sport, boys, It's timbrels and hautboys, And some is the sort, boys, That's sorry he come.
"An' so it goes on; an' day by day we r-read th' tur-rble story iv our brave sthrateejans sacrificin' their time on th' altar iv their counthry, as Hogan says. Little we thought, whin we wint into this war, iv th' horrors it wud bring. Little we thought iv th' mothers at home weepin' f'r their brave boys down at Washin'ton hur-rtin their poor eyes over a checker-board.
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