But Aun' Jinkey
kept back in the congenial dusk, oblivious to the loveliness of
nature without. At last she removed her pipe from her mouth and
revealed her mental processes in words.
"In all my projeckin' dat chile's wuss'n old mars'r en miss, en de
wah, en de preachin'. I kin kin' ob see troo dem, en w'at dey
dribin' at, but dat chile grow mo' quare en on'countable eb'y day.
Long as she wus took up wid her doll en tame rabbits en pony dar
wa'n't no circum'cutions 'bout her, en now she am all circum'cution.
Not'n gwine 'long plain wid her. She like de run down dar--but win'
en win' ez ef hit had ter go on, en hit couldn't mek up hits min'
which way ter go. Sometime hit larfin' in de sun en den hit steal
away whar you kyant mos' fin' hit. Dat de way wid Miss Lou. She seem
right hyar wid us--she only lil gyurl toder day--en now she 'clinin'
to notions ob her own, en she steal away to whar she tink no one see
her en tink on heaps ob tings. Won'er ef eber, like de run, she
wanter go way off fum us?
"Ole mars'r en ole miss dunno en doan see not'n.
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