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Ain't I done fix them all in place and then I goes out to call them ginham aprons to come in, and I done galivant all over the place and all up and down the street and I ain't seen the least speck o' one o' them but when I comes indoors the party done vanish! And that ain't all the cherry pie I done make for you's and Miss Julia's supper done vanish too.
As for Ford, that young gentleman was wise enough, with all those eyes watching him, not to try any thing that he was not sure of; though he carefully explained to Annie, "Dab is captain, you know. I'm under his orders to-day." Dick Lee was hardly the wisest fellow in the world, for he added encouragingly, "And you's doin' tip-top, for a green hand, you is."
Dey tinks me alone wid Bungo an' Letta, ho! ho! but me's got cumpiny dis day. Sit down an' grub wat yous can. Doo you good. Doo Letta and Bungo good. Doos all good. Fire away! Ha! ha-a! Keep you's nose out o' dat pie, Bungo, you brute. Vous git sik eff you heat more."
"W'en I come-to to myself," continued Peter, on reaching this point in his narrative, "de fus' t'ing I t'ink was dat I'd been bu'sted. Den I look up, an' I sees our black cook. She's a nigger, like myself, only a she one. "`Hallo, Angelica! says I; `wass de matter? "`Matter! says she; `you's dead a'most, an' dey lef' you here wid me, wid strik orders to take care ob you.
'No, they jolly well aren't. He drew her a little aside. 'A blue-faced mandrill, silly, is real; it's in my natural history book. 'Sorry, said Dilly apologetically. 'In my natural history book it is, a real thing. I'm a blue-faced mandrill.... Now say it after me. 'You's a two-faced mangle. 'Now you're doing it on purpose! If you weren't a little girl, Dilly 'I wasn't doing it on purpose.
"I cut dat off wid de carvin'-knife sooner dan tell on you, for you's my fri'nd, because Peter de Great am your fri'nd. But you muss be dumb dumb as you kin, anyhow an' you mus' neber neber cry!" The earnestness of this remark caused Hester to laugh even when on the verge of weeping, so she grasped Sally's hand and shook it warmly, thus cementing the friendship which had so auspiciously begun.
"Some on you's took it for a game, and Lufftenant Staples ain't the man to stand no larks. `Where's that there boathook, Joe Dance? he says. `Produce it 'twonce, sir, or `Ay, ay, sir. Starn all it is. Where are you coming? Pull. Starboard there On Portsmouth hard in Portsmouth town. Three cheers, my merry lads Now then, pull pull hard Ay, ay, sir Now all together, my lads!"
Den, if you's all gwine to fight, Cyd ain't gwine to be out ob de fashion, for sartin. I's don't know much about de guns, but Cyd kin split a two-inch plank a buttin agin it. I's can't shoot, but I can butt," grinned Cyd. "You kin bet your life dis chile ain't no coward, no how." "You did very well last night, Cyd, and I hope you will stand up to your principles," said Dan. "What's dem?"
"Never mind, Peter, but do you remember the man who painted beautiful pictures, and stopped awhile with your master's brother?" "Sartin, I does." "William Bentley he said was his name, but it was Benton; he told us a story." "De great Lord, Molly chile, you's foun' him, sure de debbil's got a hold on dat man, an' " But I looked a warning, and he waited.
Weatherstone cast many a loving look at the tall girl beside her in the intervals of "Delighted to see you's," and saw that her double burden had had no worse effect than to soften the lines of the mouth and give a hint of pathos to the clear depths of her eyes.
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