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An' gives each feller his dinner an' a hat. "I was half afeered you wouldn't be open yet, Rowton but I was determined to git ahead o' the Christmus crowd, an' I started by starlight. I ca'culate to meet 'em all a-goin' back. "Well, I vow, ef yo' sto'e don't look purty. Wish she could see it. She'd have some idee of New York.
Blest ef he ain't hired a whole row o' little niggers to stand out in front of 'is sto'e an' hold horses while he takes his customers inside to fleece 'em. "Come here, Pop-Eyes, you third feller, an' ketch aholt o' Jinny's bridle. I always did like pop-eyed niggers. They look so God-forsaken an' ugly.
"Ef I don't stand in need of it now, maybe the good Lord'll sto'e it up in my system, some way, 'g'inst a future attackt." "Well" the doctor reached for his whip "well, I wouldn't do it steer or no steer!" "Oh yas, I reckon you would, doctor, ef you had a wife ez worrited over a wash-tub ez what mine is. An' I had a extry shirt in wash this week, too.
Ricollec', I had one o' dese heah green-handle sto'e brooms, an' Pompey he come over to my cabin one mornin' an' he say, 'Sis' Tamar, he say, 'would you mind loandin' Sis' Sophy-Sophia dat green-handle straw broom dat you sweeps out de chu'ch-house wid? You 'member, I was married to Wash Williams dat time Wash Williams wha' live down heah at de cross-roads now. He's married to Yaller Silvy now.
"Say, Rowton, wrap up that little merror an' them side-combs an' send 'em along, too, please. So long!" Part II Time: Same morning. Plate: Store in Washington. Second Monologue, by Mrs. Trimble: "Why, howdy, Mis' Blakes howdy, Mis' Phemie howdy, all. Good-mornin', Mr. Lawson. I see yo' sto'e is fillin' up early. Great minds run in the same channel, partic'larly on Christmus Eve.
They shook it, poked it, patted it, and finally Apporo, filled with feminine pride, arrogated to herself the sole privilege of bouncing upon it. Lam Kai Oo wailed his loss of a tenant. "You savee thlat house belong lep'," he argued earnestly. "My sto'e littee dirty, but I fixum. You go thlat lep' house, bimeby flinger dlop, toe dlop, nose he go."
But dese heah yaller freckle niggers 'ain't got no principle to 'em. I done heerd dat all my life an' Silvy she done proved it. Time Wash an' me was married he was a man in good chu'ch standin' a reg'lar ordained sexton, at six dollars a month an' I done de sweepin' for him. Dat's huccome I happened to have dat green-handle sto'e broom. Dat's all I ever did git out o' his wages.
An' on Saturdays, when he draw his pay, you'll mos' gin'ally see 'em standin' together at de hat an' ribbon show-case in de sto'e he grinnin' for all he's worth. An' my belief is he grins des to hide his mizry." "You certainly were very good to do his sweeping for him." Tamar's graphic picture of a rather strained situation was so humorous that it was hard to take calmly.
Lawson, I'll stroll around through the sto'e an' see what you've got while you wait on some o' them thet know their own minds. I know mine well enough. What I want is that swingin' ice-pitcher, an' my judgment tells me thet they ain't a more suitable present in yo' sto'e for a settled man thet has built hisself a residence an' furnished it complete the way he has, but of co'se 'twouldn't never do.
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