THE CHRONICLES OF AUNT MINERVY ANN
sweetheart, an' I ain't gwine ter lose 'er no mo', you kin des bet on dat.' She ain't say nothin' an' I know'd purty well dat eve'ything wuz all skew vee."
"I hope they married," remarked the lady of the house, after waiting a moment for Aunt Minervy Ann to resume. There was just a shade of suspicion in her tone.
"Oh, dey married, all right 'nuff," said Aunt Minervy Ann, laughing.
"Didn't it create a good deal of talk?" the lady asked, suspicion still in her voice.
"Talk? No, ma'm! De man what dey git de license fum wuz Miss Fanny's br'er, Gus Featherstone, an' de man what married um wuz Marse Gabe's bro'er, John Towers. Dey wa'n't nobody ter do no talkin'. De nex' mornin' me an Miss Sadie an' Marse Jesse got in de carriage an' drove out ter John Towers's place whar he runnin' a church, an' 'twuz all done an' over wid mos' quick ez a nigger kin swaller a dram."
"What do you think of it?" I asked the lady of the house.
"Why, it is almost like a story in a book."
"Does dey put dat kinder doin's in books?" asked Aunt Minervy Ann, with some solicitude.
"Certainly," replied the lady.
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