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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Mistuh Val," she said, "dat Jeems boy done wan' to see yo'all." "Bother Jeems!" Val exploded, his eyes on Ricky's back. But he stepped into the bedroom where the swamper was still imprisoned by Lucy's orders. The boy was propped up on his pillows, looking out of the window. His body was tense. At the sound of Val's step he turned his bandaged head. "Can't yo' git me outa heah?" he demanded.
"They wandered away from their mother." "Oh, don't yo'all worry 'bout dat, boss! Chilluns gits lost heah ebery day, an' we all easy find 'em ag'in." "Oh, I'm not worried," answered Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile. "But it is time for us to go, and I want them. Did you see them two little ones about so high," and he held his hand a short distance above the stone floor.
It was the first Unc' Billy Possum had heard about it, for Unc' Billy had been away from the Green Forest and the Green Meadows for a visit and had just returned. He listened to all that Peter Rabbit had to say, and a funny, pleased sort of look came into his eyes. "Ah reckon Ah will go along with yo'all," said he.
You'll have to ship them as fast as you can with four orange-hungry girls on hand," and he laughed at Amy and her chums. "Oh, Uncle Stonington!" Amy cried. "As if we could eat all the oranges here!" and she looked over the rows and rows of fruit-laden trees. "You ain't no idea how many oranges you can eat, when yo'all get them right off a tree," said the driver.
I found him in the garden and the only answer he would give to my questions was that he had as much right there as I had. Who is he?" The wide smile faded from Sam's face. "Mistuh Ralestone, suh, effen dat no-'count trash comes 'round heah agin, yo'all bettah jest call de policemans. Dey's nothin' but poah white trash livin' down in de swamp places an' dey steals whatevah dey kin lay han' on.
"Fair to middling well," said Ol' Mistah Buzzard, with a twinkle in his eyes. "What can Ah do fo' yo'all?" "If you please, Mistah Buzzard, you can tell me if there is anybody way down South where you come from who can make his voice sound just like the voices of other people. Is there?" Bobby was using his very politest manner. "Cert'nly! Cert'nly!" chuckled Ol' Mistah Buzzard.
So mah woman, she says dat Ah should see if yo'all is heah yet and does yo'all want anythin'. Lucy, she's bin a-livin' heah, dat is, her mammy and pappy and her pappy's mammy and pappy has bin heah since befo' old Massa Ralestone done gone 'way. So Lucy, she jest nachely am oneasy 'bout yo'all not gettin' things comfo'ble." "That is kind of her," Val answered heartily.
"'Pears to me that the question is what am yo'all doing way off up here? Ah thought Ah sho'ly done hear your voice the other day, and Ah most wore mah po' feet out looking fo' yo'. Ah thought Ah was mistaken, but now Ah reckon that Ah was right, after all. My, but Ah am right smart glad to see yo'!" "Thank yo', Unc' Billy," replied the owner of the long tail and the sharp eyes.
Mocker, from way down South, were playing on the little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. This morning he was on his way to call first on Johnny Chuck. Half-way down the hill he met Bobby Coon. Unc' Billy stopped and held out one hand as he said "Good mo'ning, Brer Coon. How do yo'all do this fine mo'ning?" Bobby Coon walked right past as if he didn't see Unc' Billy at all.
"Come in, Bill," he called, "an' tell us what's the matter. Feel sick? Where's the pain?" he asked as big Bill appeared in the doorway. "Come in, hombre, an' rest yo'self," invited Whitney, and hospitably handed over his tobacco-pouch. "What was that tune yo'all were singin' out yonder?" "Thanks," responded Bill, settling down. "That there tune was 'I Wonder Where You Are To-night, My Love."
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