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You must get clo'es, an' good ones, too, Phelim, sooner nor any stop should be put to our marriage." "Augh, Mrs. Doran," said Phelim, ogling her from the safe eye, with a tender suavity of manner that did honor to his heart; "be gorra, ma'am, you've played the puck entirely wid me. Faith, I'm gettin' fonder an' fonder of her every minute, your Reverence."
"Well, boy, who denyses of it?" "Ain't you ashamed of yourself?" "No, I ain't. Why should I? Who cares whether I'm drunk or sober?" "Who cares, you unnat'ral old bundle o' dirty clo'es? Don't Eve care? An' don't Fred Martin an' Bob Lumpy care? An' don't I care, worse than all of 'em put together, except Eve?" "You, boy?" exclaimed the woman. "Yes, me.
"Have you been trying to swim?" laughed Prudy, going up and stroking her forehead. "Prudy Parlin, why didn't you come up here before?" was the sudden response. "I called you and called you. Where'd you put my clo'es?" "Why, Dotty, dear, I didn't know you were in the house; and I never touched your clothes." "Yes, you did. I can't find the key. I'm going to freeze. You don't care.
"Wal, 'Gena?" "Is you hurt, honey?" "Nary bit. How should I be? They run away ez quick ez I come. Did they 'buse you, 'Gena?" "None of enny 'count," she answered, cautiously, for fear of raising his anger to a point beyond control "only jest a tryin' ter make me tell whar you was you an' 'Liab." "Whar's yer clo'es, honey?" "In de house, dar, only what I tore, getting away from 'em."
"Mammy was a fiel' han'. She could plow an' wuk in de fiel's jes' lak a man, an' my pappy, he done de same. Mammy, she hated house wuk lak me. I jes natu'lly loves to be out runnin' roun' in de fiel's an' 'bout. I neber lak'd to do wuk roun' de house none t'all. "We wo' lowell clo'es an' brass toed brogans.
"That's the girl's doin's, you bet; women-folks don't seem to make no bo'quets after they git married. Let's divide 'em up an' wear 'em drivin' this afternoon; mebbe they'll ketch the eye so 't our rags won't show so bad. Land! it's lucky my hundred days is about up! If I don't git home soon, I shall be arrested for goin' without clo'es.
"There was that city boarder I took care of, the summer she gi'n out down here," went on Sabrina dreamily. "I liked her an' I liked her clo'es. They were real pretty. She see I liked 'em, an' what should she do when she went back home, but send me a blue silk wrapper all lace and ribbins, just like hers, only nicer. It's in that chist. I never've wore it.
"Ef you ain't got a big wheel fur de ingine fetch a little wheel fur de freight train! We needs a-plenty o' freight kyars on dis salvation train. 'Caze hit's loaded up heavy wid Bibles fur de heathen, an' brick an' lumber to buil' churches, an' medicine fur de sick, an' ole clo'es fur de po' heap ob 'em wid de buttons cut off'n 'em, but dat ain't our fault, we bleeged ter sen' 'em on!
Oh, yes," replying to the look of deprecation in her face as she viewed her shabby frock, "you an' Polly c'n prink up some if you want to, but we can't take 'No' fer an answer Chris'mus day, clo'es or no clo'es." "I'd really like ter," said Mrs. Cullom. "All right then," said David cheerfully. "The path is swep' by this time, I guess, an' I'll see ye later.
A Navajo blanket had nothing on that suit for a mixture of colors, and Koku strutted like a turkey-gobbler. "My lawsy!" gasped Rad again, "he's as purty as a sunset. Is dat de way de tailors out here build a man up? Sure's yo live, Massa Tom, I needs a new suit of clo'es myself." And before he got away from Hendrickton, Rad Sampson sported a suit off the same piece of goods as that of Koku's.
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