Ef I
wuz ter meet yo' dog, I'd say, 'come yeah,' an' I'd hug him right dar.
Huh, I neber seed sich putty women folks in my life, an' I knows da's de
cause o' deze white folks gibbin' me all dis money. Huh, I wouldn' mine
bein' tied up dar ag'in. Mr. Sanderson, I blebe dat yo' name, I'll go
an' bury yo' dog fur you. Ladies an' gennermen, under de moon an' yeah
'neath de trees, I wush you good-night."
"Poetic duck," said Tom, as the darkey turned away.
"Charming in his pleading and in his gallantry," his aunt replied.
"Must have been brought up in the white folks' house," Sanderson
remarked, and then, bowing to the company, marshalled his boys and
marched off.
"Margaret," said Jasper, when again they were seated in the wagon, "I am
proud of you."
"No, you ain't, no sich of a thing, an' you only want a chance to tell
me so." He had slipped one arm about her and her head was on his
shoulder.
"Beautiful," Mrs. Mayfield whispered to Jim. "Ah, what a day this has
been to me. And, Mr. Reverend, I have begun to think that there is
something good about nearly every one.
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