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Young Massa won't have no lawns, no greenhouses, no nothin'. He say he laik it wil' and simple. He on'y come out fo' two months, mebbe. But Miss Jinny, she make it lively. Las' week, until the Jedge come we hab dis house chuck full, two-three young ladies in a room, an' five young gemmen on trunnle beds." "Until the Judge came?" echoed Stephen. "Yassuh. Den Miss Jinny low dey all hatter go.
"Mebbe," he added, "mebbe it would be better for all concern' ef you wrote to yore frien' in Memphis to hand me over de rest of de money when I delivers de bar'l. Yassuh, I reckins dat would be de best." "The rest of what money?" demanded Mr. Rosen sharply. "I ain't said nothing about giving no money to nobody. What do you mean money?"
"The table is quite empty, and Avrillia has not come with the rest of the suet! Yassuh should have brought more crumbs long ago. Let's go to the house and see what's the trouble, Sara!" They hurried to the house, and began looking everywhere.
Yassuh came along behind him, carrying the step. "You see, marriage is very civilizing, Sara," he said, in his gay, kind way. "I wouldn't do this for anybody but Avrillia. How's the poetry, Avrillia?" "Doing nicely, thank you," said Avrillia, pleasantly. "How's the painting?" "Flourishing," said Pirlaps, cheerfully. "How are the children?" "I haven't seen them this week," said Avrillia.
Beecham thought that you would take me across," said Tom. "Sam, give him Mr. Beecham's note." "Yassuh." Sam produced the note. The ferryman read it, scratching his head. "That man'll be my death yet," he said. "Take a horse across today? No, sir! I'll take you across if you and the nigger'll handle oars, but not the horse! No, sir! It's against the law, anyways. No Sentry, no crossing. No, sir!
A smell of something delectable scorching enveloped them as they opened the door. And there beside the stove, all deliciously sticky and comfortable, lay Yassuh, fast asleep and half melted; while little wisps of smoke curled out of the crack between the oven and the door. The stove was almost as big as the tin one Jimmy had given Sara for Christmas, but much more massive and efficient-looking.
She scurried around, and after picking up the coat and vest, opera cloak and other things, threw them over her arm without any idea of order. "Be careful!" angrily shouted the irate broker, who was watching her. "You're not taking the wash off the line." "Yassuh!" The negress literally flew out of the room. Laura put down her newspaper.
He had been on the lookout for just such a tragedy, for there had recently been a sheep-killing raid on several farms in that neighborhood, and for several nights he had had a lantern hung out on the edge of the woods to scare the dogs away; but a drunken farm-hand had neglected his duty that Christmas Eve. "Yassuh, an' dey's jus' sebenteen dead sheep out dar," said a negro.
Do you see any dust upon my garments?" "Yassuh, yassuh," chuckled the porter. "Don't see much else, suh." "And could you on a bet of about a dollar undertake to put me in a condition not to damage the seats?" "Yassuh; sho' could, suh!" "Go to it, then," said the stranger. "I'm after you." He did not return for an hour.
"Why," he exclaimed, and in the pervading silence his words were heard plainly by everyone in the room, "this yeah's a sho-nuff marriage permit." "What?" "Huh?" "Say it again, Jumbo!" "Sure you can read?" Jumbo waved them to silence and Perry's blood burned to fire in his veins as he realized the break he had made. "Yassuh!" repeated Jumbo.
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