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Beat him up he had, constantly, and without cause, and as a result Nigger had become a surly, moody man. "Who say dat Ah know?" demanded Nigger, in reply to my question. "Boston said so." "Dat man's too free wif his lip. Ah don't tell him Ah knows who's the spy; Ah tells him Ah knows dey is one." I waited patiently, for Nigger's temper would not bear pressing.
Bobbsey said it would be the biggest he could buy. "An' I'se gwine t' stuff him wif chestnuts an' oysters," said Dinah. "I tells you what, chilluns, yo' all am suttinly gwine to hab one grand feed." "I wish everybody was," said Flossie, a bit wistfully. "I hope our cat Snoop, wherever he is, has plenty of milk, and some nice turkey bones." "I guess he will have," said Mamma Bobbsey, gently.
"My usbend," began the postcard, "as received yourn. E as no truk wif the other man E is a pots imself an e can do a job of potry as orfen as e 'as a mine to your obegent servent Ada Blake. P.S. me an is ole ant do is writin up for im." So then I saw how that "Cry" thing in the St. Stephen's had come there. You heard me give my opinion about telling Norah my past life.
'But she tell me zat she is acquaint wif ze brover for six years. He shook his head hopelessly. 'That's all right. Tony patted his shoulder reassuringly. 'When she knew me I used to have yellow hair, but I thought it made me look too girlish, so I had it dyed black. She didn't recognize me. Gustavo accepted the explanation with a side-glance at the hair.
Missie Jean'll nebber leave us. But if she should, dis ol' woman'll go wif her." "You are right, Mammy," Jean replied. "I shall not leave you and daddy. We must always remain together." For some time father and daughter sat before the fire and talked after Old Mammy had gone to bed. To Jean the future looked bright and rosy. The Colonel, on the other hand, viewed it with considerable apprehension.
This last almost pleadingly. A moment more of silence and Ambrose's deep voice boomed forth in the darkness. "Ah's willin'," he declared. "Anythin' dat now appears will be mah doin' ten minits is all Ah asks. Am dat sat'sfact'ry?" "Yaas," replied the voice of Behemoth Scott. "Go ahaid wif yo' sperit-summonin', Mista Travis."
The colored man looked frightened for a moment, and then a broad grin spread over his face. "Well, sah, Colonel," he began, deferentially, "maybe yo' kin call it dat, but hit looks t' me mo' laik one ob dem li'l white balls de gen'mens an' ladies done knock aroun' wif iron-headed clubs. Dat's whut it looks laik t' me, sah, Colonel," and Shag picked up a golf ball from the water, where it floated.
Off to bed wif yo' all!" called Jeff's mother, when supper was finished. "Yo' was up early, an' yo' mus' git to bed early." "Can't I play with my China Cat?" asked Jeff. "No, indeedy!" declared the colored woman, shaking her head. "Yo' leave dat cat alone, an' git to bed!" So to bed went Jeff and the other children. Their beds were down in the basement, in a room just off the kitchen.
We all ov us helped fer ter put 'em in de wagon, hid undeh a lot o' truck, an' den Sikes he done drove 'em out thro' de bluffs. Ah done walked wif de gal, an' she tol' mor' 'bout herself, an' whar she cum frum; an' dat wus her name, sah." "Her name? What name?" "Rene Beaucaire; de quadroon woman, she wus her mother."
Then, in a sudden rush, His Majesty the King was delivered of a few inarticulate sounds, followed by the words: "Go a way you dirty little debbil!" "Toby! What do you mean?" "It's what he'd say. I know it is! He said vat when vere was only a little, little eggy mess, on my t-t-unic; and he'd say it again, and laugh, if I went in wif vat on my head." "Who would say that?" "M-m-my Papa!
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