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She taken May apple roots an' boiled hit down to a syrup; den she let dat, dry out an' rolled hit inter pills. Day sho' was fin' fo' mos' anything we might have. "Chris'mus was a mighty glad time fo' us. Yessum, us got extra rashins' an' had time off ter play an' kick our heels.
Den dey went out in de pasture 'mongst de sheeps an' killed off some of dem. Nex' dey went in de buggy house an' all together shuck down de carri'ge so we neber could use hit no mo'. Yessum, dey done right smart of mischief 'roun' thar. "Some of de darkies went off wid de Yankees. My brudder Howard did, an' we ain't heerd tell of him since. I'll tell you 'bout it. You see, Mr.
"What is your name?" the prim old lady asked. "Blue Dave, ma'am." "The runaway?" The negro hesitated, looked around, and then hung down his head. He knew the calm, fearless eyes of this gentlewoman were upon him; he felt the influence of her firm tones. She repeated her question "Are you Blue Dave, the runaway?" "Yessum." The answer seemed to satisfy the lady.
"She does that's what I like about her but, after all, she isn't you. A mill-pond might remind you at times of a great and beautiful lake, but it wouldn't be the lake, you know. I grant that Walter and I are alike as two peas, but I deny that Molly can hold a candle to you." "Oh you!" snapped Mrs. Upton. "Haven't you got your eyes opened to my faults yet?" "Yessum," said Upton.
She tried to ignore the Barmberrys, but their silence was noisy and interested while she informed her father, "It's Jeff Saxton! Out here to see copper mines. Telephoned along road to catch us. Says we're to wait dinner till he comes." "Yessum," Mrs.
Remember that, my child," Miss Margery urged. "Always speak the truth." "Yessum, lady." Peggy's brow was unclouded and her clear blue eyes looked straight into the clear blue eyes of the Charity lady. "Can I tell mommer you'll come? or can't you give me the money? She's awful worried." "I do not understand," said Miss Margery. "I know she had that money for the rent." "Did she, ma'am?"
Aunt Dilsey, I's felt the quickenin' tech." "Better fur you ef somebody made you feel de quickenin' buggy-whup." He disregarded the brutal suggestion. "Yessum, I's felt the quickenin' tech. Ez you doubtless full well knows, I ain't been 'tendin' much 'pon the big revival. But even so even an' evermo' so the influence frum it done stretch fo'th its hand an' reach me.
These two days I been pourin' out a spoonful of her medicine every two hours time she ought to take it and a-throwin' it away. It's a dreadful waste. But I got to do something to make the doctor think she's took it. It makes him so mad when she don't." Miss Dorcas exclaimed in dismay. "Aren't you afraid the child will die if she doesn't take the medicine?" "Yessum, I am.
Behind his fixed smile he was simultaneously longing to break into the musical fiesta, and envying the dentist's ability to get married without having to wait to grow up, and trying to follow what Mrs. Cowles was saying. She droned, while crocheting with high-minded industry a useless piano-scarf, "Do you still go hunting, Carl?" "Yessum. Quite a little rabbit-hunting. Oh, not very much."
"Judy, s’pose you dress Jimmy this morning! I want Topeka to help me get breakfast." "Yessum," said Judith, dutifully. "Is he to have his face washed?" "He certainly is, Judy. I’s ashamed to have you ask such a question. ’Ain’t you all been brought up to have your faces washed?" But young Judith seemed disinclined to take up this phase of family superiority.
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