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Updated: June 29, 2025
Let Aunt Dolcey finish up dat cheese." "What what started him?" asked Annie piteously. "I doan' jes' know sound' like one de big team di'n' go inter his right stall, er som'n like dat. It's always som'n triflin', en no 'count. But land, he'll be ovah it come night. Doan' look so white en skeer, chile." "But but I been thinking what if he might turn on me what if he'd strike me?
"It looks somehow," said Annie, vaguely understanding this, "as if the trees and things were just waiting to climb over the walls." "And that's what they are," said Wesley Dean. "The time I put in grubbing! Well let's go in and see Aunt Dolcey." He had told her, coming out, that he was afraid she would find the house sort of plain, but just the space of it delighted her.
"Let dat nigh horse swing round de cornahs by hisse'f, Miss Annie. He knows. An' look here's how you drop de knife. I'll let down de bars an' foller you." Behind her back he made frantic gestures to Dolcey to come to him, and she ran, shuffling, shaken. Together they followed the little figure in the blue calico dress, perched high on the rattling, clacking reaper.
Wes is kind and full of fun, and he works very hard. This farm is a pretty place, and the house is ten times as big as your shop. I am learning to cook and churn butter, and Aunt Dolcey, the old coloured woman, teaches me and doesn't laugh when I am dumb.
Behind Wes's back Aunt Dolcey made signs to her husband for silence. "I tell you you're a liar, and by rights I ought to cut your lying tongue out of your head! I haven't even seen that pitchfork for three days, and when I went to look for it just now I found it in the stable where you'd had it cleaning out the stalls. Now shut up and get out about your work!
I got er weddin' cake to mek yit this ebenin'. Yes, ma'am I gwi' mek you weddin' cake fill de bigges' pan in de kitchen." She helped Annie rummage in her trunk and get out the sweater she had come in for, and it was not until the girl was running back to the barns that she realized Aunt Dolcey had not answered her question. But the old woman's words had steadied her, reassured her.
She sat then a little longer, for the night was still and warm and beautiful, the stars very near, and the soft hush-h of the country solitude comforting to her distress. Then she heard Unc' Zenas and Dolcey talking at the kitchen door, their voices a faint cadenced murmur; and this reminded her that she was not quite alone. She slipped round to them.
Maybe if I can make him think he's awful good and kind" oh, simple subtlety "believe he is, too, and he'll stop getting such spells. Oh, if he would always be just like this!" But it was only two days later when she called him to help her; there was a hen that was possessed to brood, and Aunt Dolcey had declared that it was too late, that summer chickens never thrived.
He snatched again, and this time brought out the creature and dropped her with wrung neck, a mass of quivering feathers and horribly jerking feet, before Annie. "I reckon that'll learn the old crow!" he snarled, and strode away. "We might's well have soup for supper," remarked Aunt Dolcey, coming on the scene a moment later. "Dere, chile, what's a chicken, anyway?"
Eve'ything all right ef you got patience, an' ef you got sense, an' ef you got haht enough. Sperrit an' sense go far, but the haht gwine carry you froo. Now I said my say" her tone mellowed into unctuous kindness "what you want, Missy? Som'n Aun' Dolcey c'n fotch you? Temme what it is, f'r I got to be up an' erbout my wuk.
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