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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Cattivo Mozart to wite anything so dwefful diffy!"
"Ess, man, see did," replied the little chap, nodding his small curly head with great importance; but the next instant his little roguish blue eyes twinkled with suppressed intelligence, and his red rosebud of a mouth expanded into a happy smile as he added, with much satisfaction in his tones, "but I dot kitty all wite now!"
"He guv me a quarter and axed if I know'd my alphabet 'nuf to find letter 'B, an' tote dese yere to the prettiest young lady I'd ever seed. Most wite ladies, dey looks all jes' alike, to me, but you's different, missy; an' I reckon de tings must be fur you." I had a horrible vision of this compliment proceeding from The Flashlight or The Evening Bat. "What was the gentleman like?" I asked.
"I was feart they wad think it my wite, an' no lat me tak chairge o' ye ony mair, whauras I kent ye was safer wi' me nor wi' ony ither aboot the place. Gien it had been my wite, I cudna hae hauden my tongue; but as it was, I didna see I was b'un' to tell." "Hoo did ye hide it?" "I ran wi' he hame to oor ain hoose. There was naebody there.
He wanted to be more like the men that the woman he loved knew best. "It's too late fer me ever to belong, now," he said ruefully. "Yeh gotta be borned to it. Gee! Wouldn't I look funny in wite pants, an' one o' dem dinky, little 'Willie-off-de-yacht' lids?" Even Barbara had to laugh at the picture the man's words raised to her imagination. "I didn't mean that," she hastened to explain.
"All right, I'll do that," said Jehosophat, but the Toyman stopped him. "Hold on there, Sonny, that's the ladies' job." Then he called Hepzebiah and gave her the bottle. "Now, little girl, you stand here and say: 'I christen thee White Swan." But, "I ckwithen Wite Thwan" was the best she could do. "Now drop the bottle!"
He shook his head sadly, and said, "My dear boy, youse de only man aboard dis ship wite man, dat is dat don't hate an' despise me becawse ob my colour, wich I cain't he'p; an' de God you beliebe in bless you fer dat. As fer me, w'at I done tole you's true,'n befo' bery little w'ile you see it COME true.
"Wall, Miss Ellen, yo' see, ez fur back ez ole mass an' mistes' time, me an' my ole man usen to wait on de wite genplums an' ladies wot come to de big house, an' de ole man he mity clus-fisted, an' nebber spen' nuffìn, an' sence he die, an' ole mass an' miss dey gone, too, Mars Ned he dun tuk mity good keer of ole Winnie, an' I nebber bin had no excessity to spend dat money, so I's kep' it an' kep' it, ontwill 'pears like de Lawd he dun pint out de way fur it to go.
Shorty listened to my comments with a smile. "Don't pat yerself on the back yet a w'ile, mate," he said. "They looks right enough now, but wite till you've seen 'em arter a 'eavy rain." I had this opportunity many times during the summer and autumn. A more wretched existence than that of soldiering in wet weather could hardly be imagined. The walls of the trenches caved in in great masses.
I'll WITE to my ambassador, as sure as my name's Fakenham of Fakenham. I burst out laughing at this: it was my old acquaintance in MY corporal's coat. Lischen had sworn stoutly, that he was really and truly the private, and the poor fellow had been drafted off, and was to be made one of us.
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