THE CHRONICLES OF AUNT MINERVY ANN
Hamp, but there was no answer. He called him a second time, with the same result.
"Well," said the Major, "they've stolen a march on us. They've come and carried him off while we were talking."
"No, suh, dey ain't, needer. I know right whar he is, an' I'm gwine atter 'im. He's right 'cross de street dar, colloguin' wid dat ol' Ceely Ensign. Dat's right whar he is."
"Old! Why, Celia is young," remarked the Major. "They say she's the best cook in town."
Aunt Minervy Ann whipped out of the room and was gone some little time. When she returned, she had Hamp with her, and I noticed that both were laboring under excitement which they strove in vain to suppress.
"Here I is, suh," said Hamp. "'Nervy Ann say you call me."
"How is Celia to-night?" Colonel Blasengame inquired, suavely.
This inquiry, so suddenly and unexpectedly put, seemed to disconcert Hamp. He shuffled his feet and put his hand to his face. I noticed a blue welt over his eye, which was not there when he visited me in the afternoon.
"Well, suh, I 'speck she's tolerbul."
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