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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Uh huh! well, now, where did you get this money?" "Why, I wo'ked fu' it, o' co'se, whaih you s'pose I got it? 'T ain't drappin' off trees, I reckon, not roun' dis pa't of de country." "You worked for it? You must have done a pretty big job to have got so much money all in a lump?" "But I did n't git it in a lump. Why, man, I 've been savin' dat money fu mo'n fo' yeahs." "More than four years?
Hyah, hyah, I ain't bin much on hol'in' de reins sence. "Sh! dey comin' in to wa'm up. Dat Jim, dat Jim, dat my boy; you nasty putrid little rascal. Des a hundred an' eight, suh, des a hundred an' eight. Yas, suh, dat's my Jim; I don't know whaih he gits his dev'ment at. "What's de mattah wid dat boy? Whyn't he hunch hisse'f up on dat saddle right?
He looked puzzled, and paused in his whittling to rub his deeply corrugated forehead. "Well, suh, mus' been some bawn in Looavle. Genesis," he called to his industrious son, "whaih 'uz YOU bawn?" "Right 'n 'is town," laughed Genesis. "You fergit a good deal, pappy, but I notice you don' fergit come to meals!" The old man grunted, resuming his whittling busily. "Hain' much use," he complained.
S'pose I'd a tuck huh in de kitchen, whaih de comperments come in? "Yass'm, yass'm, I does tek home little things now an' den, dat I does, an' I ain't gwine to 'ny it. I jes' says to myse'f, I ain't wo'kin' fu' no strainers lak de people nex' do', what goes into tantrums ef de lady what cooks fu' 'em teks home a bit o' sugar.
Her mother looked up, the maternal instinct for the protection of her daughter at once aroused. "Oh, no, not you, Kitty," she said. Then for the first time Joe spoke: "You 'd just as well tell Kitty now, ma, for she 's got to come across it anyhow." "What you know about it? Whaih you been to?" "I 've been out huntin' work. I 've been to Jones's bahbah shop an' to the Continental Hotel."
He live hyeah in Noo Yo'k, an' dey tell me whaih I 'quiahed dat I li'ble to fin' somebody hyeah dat know him. So I jes' drapped in." "I know a good many young men from the South. What's your son's name?" "Well, he named aftah my ol' mastah, Zachariah Priestley Shackelford."
He knew that she had been to the jug and found . He groaned, but at last his very helplessness drove him in. Polly, with swollen eyes, was sitting by the table, the empty jug lying on its side before her. "Sam," she exclaimed, "whaih's my money? Whaih's my money I been wo'kin' fu' all dis time?" "Why Why, Polly " "Don' go beatin' 'roun' de bush. I want 'o know whaih my money is; you tuck it."
As soon as the woman's back was turned, Joe burst out, "There, there! see what you 've done with your damned foolishness." Fannie turned on him like a tigress. "Don't you cuss hyeah befo' me; I ain't nevah brung you up to it, an' I won't stan' it. Go to dem whaih you larned it, an whaih de wo'ds soun' sweet." The boy started to speak, but she checked him.
"To think of his having known Philip," said Mima with shining eyes as they entered the new cottage, and somehow it looked pleasanter, brighter and less mean to her than it had ever before. "Now s'posin' you'd 'a' run off widout seein' him, whaih would you been den? You wouldn' nevah knowed whut you knows."
Buford. He turned down the collar of his coat which he had had closely up about his face and said: "Well, well, Sis' Callender, you sut'ny have spoiled us all." "La, Brothah Buford, come in hyeah an' set down. Whaih you been?" "I been hidin' fu' feah of that testimony you give in the court room. What did you do that fu'?" "La, me, I didn't know, you didn't 'splain to me in de fust."
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