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Tek an' bull' up big fiah een ole Zen' shainty; say, 'He'p yo'se'f an' welcome. Reckon you hongry, too, ain' you, Xenophon? Tek an' feed me. Tek an' tek keer o' me ev' since. Ah pump de baith full in de mawin'; mek 'is bed; pull de weeds out'n of de front walk dass all. He tek me in.
"Work," he murmured, "is best for happiness, but in this climate idleness has its compensations. What, in the end, do we get for all our labour?" "Fifty cents a day, an' fin' yo'se'f, suh," said Peter, supposing the soliloquy addressed to himself. "Dat's w'at dey pays roun' hyuh."
An' you need n' 'sturb yo'se'f 'bout dem folks 'cross de street, fer dey ain't yo' kin', an' you're wastin' yo' time both'in' yo' min' wid 'em, er wid folks w'at comes on de street on account of 'em. Look sha'p now, boy, er you'll git dat stave trim' too much." The younger man resumed his work, but still found time to throw a slanting glance out of the window.
Cap'n Tom Cap'n Tom him that's been as dead all these years! Fetch him home when you find him fetch him home to me. He shall never want while I live. An', Jack, remember don't forget yo'se'f and hold up anybody. I'll expec' you to jine the church nex' Sunday." "I ain't been in a church for fifteen years," said the other. "High time you are going, then.
"Who tole you 'bout dat?" "I heard Grandpa talking to Grandma about it," said Hortense. "It wan't nothin'?" said Esmerelda uneasily. "Don' yo' go 'citin' yo'se'f 'bout dat. Jes' foolishness." "But if there is a 'ha'nt' in the house, I want to see it," Hortense persisted. Aunt Esmerelda stared at her with big eyes. "Who all said anythin' 'bout dis yere ha'nt? I ain't never heard of no ha'nt."
You been runnin' roun' here sassin' atter me a mighty long time, but I speck you done come ter de een' er de row. You bin cuttin' up yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis neighborhood ontwel you come ter b'leeve yo'se'f de boss er de whole gang. En den youer allers some'rs whar you got no bizness," sez Brer Fox, sezee. "Who ax you fer ter come en strike up a'quaintance wid dish yer Tar-Baby?
Cap'n, he et hearty o' pie lately. Stew'd he say, 'Cap'n ain't had but one piece and Mistah Thomas, he ain't had but one piece, and Mistah Hamlin, he ain't had any. Dah's gotta be pie. You done et dat pie yo'se'f, says he. 'Oh, no, says Ah. 'Ah never et no pie. You fo'get 'bout dat pie you give Cap'n foh breakfas'. Den stew'd he done crawl out. He don' know Ah make two pies yestidday.
On an upturned watering-piggin alongside Mittie May's stall in the stable back of the house, Jeff sat and just naturally gloomed. To this retreat he had been harried against his will. Out of her domain, which was the kitchen, Aunt Dilsey had driven him with words barbed and bitter. "Tek yo'se'f on 'way f'um yere, black boy!" Such had been her command.
Where" A sob leaped into her throat and stopped her. "On my journey," said the old man quickly, "I heard somethin' of Cap'n Tom. You must prepare yo'se'f for good news."
For two mornings the "hired man" of the household watched in silence the visitor's efforts at making a toilette under the unfavorable auspices, but when on the third day the tooth-brush, nail-file, whisk-broom, etc., had been duly used and returned to their places in the traveler's grip, he could suppress his curiosity no longer, so boldly put the question: "Say, Mister, air you always that much trouble to yo'se'f?"
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