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Say, if she'd come poutin' around, or said right out that she didn't see why I couldn't make myself useful now and then, I'd have announced flat that gardenin' was way out of my line. But when she snickers well, you know how it is. "Yessum! Me," says I. "It ain't any art, is it, just stirrin' up the ground with a spade? And how do you know, Vee, but what I'm the grandest little digger ever was?
Lincoln but not so much. What dat mans wanter free us niggahs when we so happy an not nothin to worrify us. Us all cotch us rabbits an weah de lef hine foots roun our nek wif a bag ob akkerfedity, yessum I guess dat what I mean, an hit shore smell bad an hit keep off de fevah too, an if a Yankee cotch you wif dat rabbit foots an dat akkerfedity bag roun youh nek, he suah turn you loose right now.
The harmony is so lovely." Carl sat at the other end of the library from Gertie and the piano, while Mrs. Cowles entertained him. He obediently said "Yessum" and "No, 'm" to the observations which she offered from the fullness of her lack of experience of life. He sat straight and still.
There were many calls on the limited fund at her command. "The money from the workhouse for your husband's labor will pay the rent," she calculated. "I will give you a small grocery order twice a week. You can manage with that?" "Oh, yessum, splendid, and thank you kindly, ma'am," said Mrs. Callahan. "Don't put down meat just a little piece onct a week so's not to forget the taste.
Flannagan's tale. Peggy did not answer. She looked embarrassed, and twisted her toe under a loose strip of matting. Miss Margery continued, after a pause, "Mrs. Flannagan told me that you went on an excursion Thursday." Peggy brightened and dimpled. "Yessum, lady. We told her we was a-goin'. It made her so mad. I wisht you could 'a' seen her flirt in and slam her door."
She wished she could kick herself in the back of the head to music the way the Silsby girls did. When she told this to Miss Silsby the next day Miss Silsby was politely indifferent. Kedzie added: "You know, I'm up on that classic stuff, too. Oh, yessum, Greek costumes are just everyday duds to me." "Indeed!" Miss Silsby exclaimed.
"A gentleman, Sally? Impossible. No gentleman would endure such an affront. Look again." "Yessum. It's dat po' white trash dey call Plooie. Mainded yo' umbrella oncet." "My umbrella-mender!" Apologetically but shrewdly Sally opined that the neighborhood of the advancing mob was "no place foh a niggah." With perfect faith in the powers of her superior she added: "You desist 'em, mist'ess."
"'Oho, ma'am! says I; 'things is come to a mighty purty pass when quality folks has to go frum house to house a-huntin' up pore white trash, an' a-astin' airter the'r kin. Tooby shore! tooby shore! Yessum, a mighty purty pass, says I."
"Perhaps he asks you sometimes what a smoke-pipe is hollow for, don't he? I never seen such a funny man. But he'll never get over it, I want to know." "Is it really hollow?" asked Jennie of the old mate. "Yessum, it certainly is. Why, it's the smoke-pipe, you know," was the reply. "We have an engine in the lazarette that'll take us along more'n three knots in dead calm weather.
"Norah Mad-i-gan?" asked mother doubtfully, stringing out the word. "Yessum," said a low voice. "Goodbye, mum." "Oh, Norah!" cried I, a strange pain stabbing my heart. "Come to see me " But my mother's voice broke in, firm and kind. "Good-bye, Norah," said she. I saw Norah turn and run up among the trees, almost as swiftly and silently as a hare. Once, she turned to look back.
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