Oh, I'm getting so tired of it
all!"
"Lor' now, chile, I wuz des 'parin' you ter dat run in my min',"
said Aun' Jinkey in an awed tone.
"No danger of uncle or aunt comparing me to the run, or anything
else. They never had any children and don't know anything about
young people. They have a sort of prim, old-fashioned ideal of what
the girls in the Baron family should be, and I must become just such
a girl--just like that stiff, queer old portrait of grandma when she
was a girl. Oh, if they knew how tired of it all I am!"
"Bless yo' heart, Miss Lou, you ain' projeckin' anyting?"
"No, I'm just chafing and beating my wings like a caged bird."
"Now see yere, Miss Lou, isn't you onreason'ble? You hab a good
home; mars'r en miss monstus pius, en dey bringin' you up in de
nurter en 'monitions ob de Lawd." "Too much 'monition, Aun' Jinkey.
Uncle and aunt's religion makes me so tired, and they make Sunday so
awfully long. Their religion reminds me of the lavender and camphor
in which they keep their Sunday clothes.
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