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Reckon he's mad anyhow an' can't speak peac'ble to nobody. Well, I likes him a heap betteh in dat view ob de case an' he kin glower at me all he please 'long as he ain't 'sertin' young Missy case she is po'. Couldn't stan' dat no how. He's willin' an' she ain't, an' dat wat she mean by sayin' 'No, Owen Clancy, nebbeh. She won't lis'n to him kase he doan hate de Norf like pizen.
Miss Lou gasped, "wait a moment, not yet wait. I must get breath. I know, I know what's coming. Chunk is back and and O God, I can't bear it, I cannot, I cannot!" "Dar now, Miss Lou, des lis'n. P'raps tain ez bad ez you tink. P'raps w'en Chunk 'splain all you see tain ez bad. Hi! Miss Lou, you musn't took on so," for the girl was wringing her hands and rocking back and forth in agony.
When Chunk tapped at the one window, she feared the spooks of dead soldiers had already begun their persecutions. Never was there a more welcome and reassuring sound than the impatient voice of her grandson, and she soon so rallied as to get him something to eat. "I darsn't come in," he said. "I got ter be whar I kin run en hide. Now granny, lis'n wid all yo' ears.
I say it needn't have happened. And then think how Uncle Lusthah prayed!" "Chunk down dar by de run, Miss Lou," whispered Zany. "I lis'n wid all my years en eyes." "Miss Lou, I'se yere in de shadder ob dis bush," Chunk called softly. "Tell me everything." "Darsn't twel I feels mo' safe, Miss Lou. Kin on'y say now Marse Scoville des dote on you en he ax questions 'bout you sence you lil gyurl.
"Yes I did, Granny; don't yer b'lieve dat gal; I said jes' much 'kingdom come' ez she did." And presently Jim would retaliate by saying, "Granny, Polly nuber sed nuf'n 'bout her 'cruspusses." "Lord-ee! jes' lis'n at dat nigger," Polly would say. "Granny, don't yer min' 'im; I sed furgib us cruspusses, jes' ez plain ez anybody, and Ginny hyeard me; didn't yer, Ginny?"
Peggy ain't got a speck o' manners! Lady b'longs ter de cream o' s'ciety, I have yer know, an' bless Gord, I b'lieve dat's all de cream dey is about her. Hyah! fur Gord's sake lis'n at me, passin' a joke on Lady! I does love to pleg dem cows dey teck it so good-natured.
Seems ter me ye oughter be willin' ter lis'n ter reason now." "Waal, let's hear reason, then," Copenny's sardonic falsetto tones rasped on the air, and the little head under the broad white, gayly beribboned hat turned up attentively, as the child stood so low down among the big booted feet of the armed moonshiners.
"My Gawd!" George despaired "he's off again on that hardy annual talkalogue of his!... Lis'n, P.S. " "Call me Perceval," P. Sybarite suggested pleasantly. "Wh-at!" "Let it be Perceval hereafter, George always. I grant you free permission." "But I thought you said " "So I did a few hours ago. Now I well, I rather like it.
Des you wait en lis'n. Mo' folks dan Marse Scoville wanter talk wid you on dis mar'age question. You on'y lil chile yit. Des you keep yosef deserved-like en say yo' mouf ain' waterin' few enybody. Marse Scoville berry nice gem'lin, but he yere to-day en like anuff a orful way yander termorrer "
"You saw him take it," the detective persisted. "No I didn't; I suspected him. It's you who found the brooch on him, and it's your duty to make the charge." "You're one grand little lightning-change-of-heart-artist gotta slip it to you for that," the detective observed truculently. "Now, lis'n: I don't make no charge "
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