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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Well, then, you ought to have them. What do you want them for, Yone?" "Oh, if Lu's going to have them, I don't want them." "But give a reason, child." "Why, to wear, too, to look at, to have and to hold for better, for worse, to say my prayers on," for a bright idea struck me, "to say my prayers on, like the Florence rosary." I knew that would finish the thing.
And then he produced a little kid box, and there lay inside a star with a thread of gold for the forehead, circlets for wrist and throat, two drops, and a ring. Oh, such beauties! You've never seen them. "The other one shall have these. Aren't you sorry, Yone?" he said. "Oh, no, indeed! I'd much rather have mine, though these are splendid. What are they?"
Your mistress and I are going to town to-morrow solely to get somebody to buy you, all four, together." "Mawse Ben," cried the slave, with strange earnestness, "don't you do dat! Don't you was'e no time dat a-way! You go see what you can sa-ave fo' you-all an' yone!" "For the creditors, you mean, Silas," said my aunt; "that's done." Hester had a question.
Any one who has ever had the good fortune to read a little book of verse entitled "From the Eastern Seas," by Yone Noguchi, a young Japanese, will at once pronounce them a beautiful and perhaps perfect example of verse that may be correctly labeled "cosmic."
That's how I came by my identity; but the folks all call me Yone, a baby name. I'm a blonde, you know, none of your silver-washed things. I wouldn't give a fico for a girl with flaxen hair; she might as well be a wax doll, and have her eyes moved by a wire; besides, they've no souls.
All at once she sprang half up: "I tell you de Lawd neveh gi'n no niggeh de rights to snuggle down anywhuz an' fo'git de auction-block!" As suddenly the outbreak passed, yet as she settled down again her exaltation still showed through her fond smile. "You know what dat inqui'ance o' yone bring to my 'memb'ance? Dass ow ole Canaan hymn
Go 'ten' ter yo' own business ef you got any." "I don't want to play with you," said the other Drusilla. "You've got smut on your face. I don't like to play with dirty-faced girls." "My face cleaner'n yone dis blessed minnit," retorted Drusilla. "And your hair is not combed," said the other Drusilla. "It is wrapped with strings, and you couldn't comb it if you wanted to. I think it is a shame."
I began to suspect it was diamonds for me, but knew I never could wear them, and was dreadfully afraid that I was going to be tempted, when slowly, bead by bead, came out this amber necklace. Lu fairly screamed; as for me, I just drew breath after breath, without a word. Of course they were for me; I reached my hands for them. "Oh, wait!" said papa. "Yone or Lu?" "Now how absurd, papa!"
Something like a great cloud was rising there, as if the sea were lifting itself high into the sky. The old man put his hands to his eyes and looked again, hard as his old sight could. Then he turned and ran to the house. "Yone, Yone!" he cried, "bring a brand from the hearth!"
I think, Sir, on the whole, they belong to Yone for her name." "So they do," said papa. "But not to be bought off! That's my little Lu!" And somehow Lu, who had been holding the rosary, was sitting on papa's knee, as he half knelt on the floor, and the rosary was in my hand.
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