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Updated: June 13, 2025
We took the main road together, and we've been travelling together ever since, except that perhaps ten minutes ago I rode on ahead and waited for you beneath this tree." He raised the whip handle and brought it down heavily. "Look at me, Young Isham, in the eyes." The boy whimpered. "Yaas, marster." "We crossed the ford at the mill." "Yaas, marster." "And we kept on together by the main road."
"Old Toby Vanderwiller tell you what Ged's been blowin' about, Henry?" asked one of the men at the table, busy ladling beans into his mouth with a knife, a feat that Nan thought must be rather precarious, to say the least. "Says he's going to jail me if I go on to the Perkins Tract," growled Uncle Henry, with whom the matter was doubtless a sore subject. "Yaas.
She finished the letters and gave them to Julius. "Let Easter's Jim take them right away, in time for the evening train. Have you seen Miss Unity?" "Yaas, ma'am. Miss Unity am in de flower gyarden wid Marse Hairston Breckinridge. Dey're training roses." "Where is Miss Molly?" "Miss Molly am in er reverence over er big book in de library." The youngest Miss Cary's voice floated in from the hall.
"I am used to these little matters, and will take care of you." "I vill answer for t'at," put in the constable, looking over his shoulder. "No young fly-away in Allponny hast more knowletge in t'ese matters t'an Mr. Guert, here. If any potty can draw his heat out of the yoke, Mr. Guert can, Yaas yaas he know all apout t'ese little matters, sure enough." This was encouraging, of a certainty!
"I didn't spec' to be libin' dis week, but I ain't got my quilt done yit, an' I can't go 'mong de angels wrop in a shroud wid one corner off." "Certainly not," answered Mrs Null. "Haven't you pieces enough to finish it?" "Oh, yaas, I got bits enough, but de trouble is to sew 'em up. I can't sew very fas' nowadays." "It's a pity for you to have to do it yourself," said Mrs Null.
This boy arrived the other day with another poultry claim, when the following dialogue occurred: "I see you have got down sixteen young ducklings on the list?" "Yaas, the jackdars fetched they." "How do you know the jackdaws took them?" "'Cos maister said so." "Do you shut up your fowls at night?" "Yaas, we shuts the daar, but the farxes gets in. It be all weared out.
She had taken it in." Laurie drew a breath of relief. "No, sah. Dat ain't all." The boy's tone dripped evil tidings. "She brung it back!" "What!" His passenger was staring at him in concern. "Yaas, sah. De bell rung fum her flo', an' when I got up de young lady was standin' dere wid dat basket in her hand."
Here was no forgiveness to be asked of dulled senses. No bending in expiation of faults committed. He was here as master. “Fanny, what does this mean?” he asked in cold anger; with no heat now, no passion. “Yaas, me tell madame, she goin’ fur ketch cole si she don’ mine out. Dat not fur play dat kine wedder, no. Teck chair, M’sieur; dry you’se’f leet beet. Me mek you one cup coffee.”
Then he turned to Joçint, whose presence he had thus far ignored, and asked in a peremptory tone: “W’at did Woodson say ’bout watchin’ at the mill to-night? Did you ask him like I tole you?” “Yaas, me ax um: ee’ low ee an’ goin’. Say how Sylveste d’wan’ watch lak alluz. Say ee an’ goin’. Me don’ blem ’im neida, don’ ketch me out de ’ouse night lak dat fu no man.”
"No," returned the little girl, sighing slightly, "but I do have a good many nice things; and I'd rather eat plain victuals than be weak and sick. Wouldn't you, Agnes?" "Yaas, I reckon. Dere, you's done finished, Miss Gracie, and looks sweet as a rosebud." "So she does," said Lulu, coming hurrying in from her room, arrayed in her pretty cashmere, and with a wide, rich sash-ribbon in her hand.
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