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Heth, but the Chairman of the Finance Committee, being in agreeable converse with fellow philanthropists, came home in Mrs. Byrd's car instead, after all. Accordingly she did not say to William, "Miss Carlisle decided not to come, Banks?" which she liked to call William for the English sound of it and Banks, or William, did not look respectfully surprised and say, "Yas'm, she came ..."
"You you white trash!" cried Mammy, bursting with indignation. "Who is you to come heah 'quiring fo' her! I ain't agwine " "Mammy!" "Yas'm! Yas, Miss Jinny." Mammy backed out of the door and clutched at her bandanna. "Mammy, what is all this noise about?" The torrent was loosed once more. "These heah men, Miss Jinny, was gwine f'r t' carry away all yo' pa's blongin's.
An' now I gwine pitch in ter work like puttin' out wild fire. Yas'm, I is. Dat's de way I gwine 'spress my sympathy." "You are a wise man," said the commanding officer as the wagon toiled along. "You don't begin to plead your innocence." "Maybe I haven't any. What is your name?" "Foster." "It may come my way to do you a favor, Mr. Foster. You have been kind to me. But why do we turn up here?"
"Miss 'Chanda!" Sam Two, as they had come to call Sam's eldest son and heir, was standing on the lowest step of the terrace, holding a small covered basket in his hands. "Yes?" "Letty-Lou done say dis am fo' yo'all, Miss 'Chanda." "For me?" Ricky looked at the offering in surprise. "But what in the world Bring it here, Sam." "Yas'm." He laid the basket in Ricky's outstretched hands.
It might be that she had learned the color of the Canning money and she had but her dusky heart, like yours or mine, was not for sale. "Yas'm certny ... Yas'm. Or, Miss Cyahlile I mout just say we 're mighty sorry but not knowin' he was expected, and you feelin' po'ly an' all you just this minute went to baid an' " "No! do as I say," said the young mistress, quite sharply.
"William!" she said, in awful tones. "Yas'm," replied Uncle Billy, feverishly. "What's that?" Uncle Billy immediately became the very picture of innocence and ignorance. He looked everywhere but at the helpless rooster. "What's what?" he asked. "Aw, dat? Why why, dat ain' nothin' 'tall, Miss Hallie. Dat's dat's des a rooster. Yas'm." Mrs.
"Yas'm. Mist' Joe Hoopah." There was a cheery ring to Zenie's voice that had been wont to drag so dispiritedly. "He say hit come so unexpeckedly an' all you kin do is make the bes' of it." Her face was suddenly wreathed in an expansive smile. "Mist' Joe done hoorahin' us Zeke an' me. Zeke don' min'. Nossuh. He say de baby look lak him."
"Co'se dey's all alike! I des nachelly gets tired of lookin' at different pitchers. It 'stracts my head." "I should think these would distract your head. I feel as if I were in a kinetoscope." "Does that mean art-gal'ry?" "Not exactly; but tell me, Mancy, did you get all these pictures because they looked like you? And was the grocer willing to give you so many?" "Yas'm.
The widow lifted amazed hands to heaven. "De impidence er dem Dagoes! Little mo' an' dey'll be sen'in' messages to you er me! What her name?" "Name Bertha Grass," responded Mrs. Morton, "an', nigh as I kin make out, she live in one er dese little w'ite-paint cottages, right 'long yere." "Yas'm! I knows dat Dutch gal, ole man Grass, de tailor, dass his niece.
"Yas'm, dat's what I askin' fer. Yo' see, Miss Peggy, dat haid waiter man at de Central Hotel, he done fall in love wid ma nine haid o' po' orphanless chillern an' crave fer ter be a daddy to 'em. An' Miss Peggy, honey, Johanna she gwine be ma bride's maid, an' does yo' reckon yo's got any ole finery what yo' kin giv' her? She's jist 'bout yo' size, ma'am." Johanna was Minervy's eldest daughter.
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