FOLKS FROM DIXIE
"'Hain't you got no idee, Aunt Emmerline?' I say.
"'La! chile, she say in a way dat mek me think she keepin' somep'n' back, 'la! chile, don' you know young mans don' come to dey mammys wif dey secuts lak dey do when dey 's babies? How I gwine to know whut's pesterin' Mas' Tho'nton?'
"Den I knowed she was hidin' somep'n', an' jes' to let huh know dat I'd been had my eyes open too, I say slow an' 'pressive lak, 'Aunt Emmerline, don' you reckon hit Miss Nellie Jamieson?' She jumped lak she was skeered, an' looked at me right ha'd; den she say, 'I ain' reck'nin' nuffin' 'bout de white folks' bus'ness.' An' she pinched huh mouf up right tight, an' I could n't git another word outen huh; but I knowed dat I'd hit huh jes' erbout right.
"One mo'nin' erbout a week after de big dinner, jes' ez dey was eatin', Mas' Tho'nton say, 'Father, I'd lak to see you in de liberry ez soon ez you has de time. I want to speak to you 'bout somep'n' ve'y impo'tant.' De ole man look up right quick an' sha'p, but he say ve'y quiet lak, 'Ve'y well, my son, ve'y well; I 's at yo' service at once.'
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