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"Some on 'em's raised eggs and chickens; and they brings 'em to the house and sells 'em; and they has the best dinner. Most times they gets leave to have a meetin'." "A prayer-meeting?" I said. "Laws, no, Miss Daisy! not 'cept it were uncle Darry and his set. The others don't make no count of a prayer-meetin'. They likes to have a white-folks' meetin' and 'joy theirselves."
And they're not worth it, either of them. Em's as stupid as she can be, thinking about herself.... And as for Alf anybody'd think I'd tricked him. I haven't. I've gone out with him; but what's that? Lots of girls go out with fellows for months, and nobody expects them to marry. The girls may want it; but the fellows don't. They don't want to get settled down. And I don't blame them.
"The cap'n Cap'n Pendarves, your grandfather, sir, was, as you might say, short-handed, you being in foreign parts, and old John Behenna having slipped his cable 'long about the last o' May, as I was telling you; and so the cap'n he ups and ships these here and and, in fac', Mr. Nick, one of 'em's a woman!" He drew a long breath and wiped his forehead. "You don't mean he's married!"
And then, as she looked over her spectacles pityingly at the miniature Macbeth, and noticed that it was the covers of her wash-boilers that he wore, she said, "You must be awful careful not to tumble down, Dickey, for you never could get up; an' besides, if anybody should step on you they'd spoil them covers, an' one of 'em's 'most new."
I'm so easy I squeezes my roll if I meets a child on the street. The cops had ought to patrol me, 'cause larceny'll sure be committed every time a live guy speaks to me. "I've only got three dogs in my string. One of 'em's a mornin'-glory.
The girl staring at her through the railings stopped a minute to laugh, covering both hands over her mouth to smother the sound. "The perlice can go everywheres they want to. I guess some of 'em's in heaven now, spyin' round."
On the quiet, y' know. Some of 'em's workin' on a horse fiddle now, over in the lumber yard. Wanted me to play a coal-oil can, but I dunno. I'm gittin' a leetle old for sech doings. Keeps you up nights too much. Man had any sense, he'd marry and pull outa town. 'Bout fifteen or twenty in the bunch, and a string of cans and irons to reach clean across the street.
Won't you let me carry you back to Kansas, and stand you on Aunt Em's mantel? I could carry you in my basket." "That would make me very unhappy," answered the china Princess. "You see, here in our country we live contentedly, and can talk and move around as we please. But whenever any of us are taken away our joints at once stiffen, and we can only stand straight and look pretty.
How dare you?" cried Tant Sannie. "It was Em's father's. She gave it me," he muttered more sullenly. "Give it here. What is the name of it? What is it about?" she asked, putting her finger upon the title. Bonaparte understood. "Political Economy," he said slowly. "Dear Lord!" said Tant Sannie, "cannot one hear from the very sound what an ungodly book it is! One can hardly say the name.
"Course you can't trust 'em," he said, quite missing Joan's desire to be rid of him. "But I don't guess any of 'em's likely to try monkey tricks. Guess if any feller robbed me I'd shoot him down in his tracks. They know that, sure. Oh, no, they won't play no monkey tricks. An' anyway, I ain't givin' 'em a chance."
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