Mad acted
as if he owned me already when he was home last, and yet he knows I
can't abide him. He seems to think I can be subdued like one of his
skittish horses."
"You HAB got a heap on yo' min", Miss Lou, you sho'ly hab. You
sut'ny t'ink too much for a young gyurl."
"I'm eighteen, yet uncle and aunt act toward me in some ways as if I
were still ten years old. How can I help thinking? The thoughts
come. You're a great one to talk against thinking. Uncle says you
don't do much else, and that your thoughts are just like the smoke
of your pipe."
Aun' Jinkey bridled indignantly at first, but, recollecting herself,
said quietly: "I knows my juty ter ole mars'r en'll say not'n gin
'im. He bring you up en gib you a home, Miss Lou. You must
reckermember dat ar."
"I'm in a bad mood, I suppose, but I can't help my thoughts, and
it's kind of a comfort to speak them out. If he only WOULD give me a
home and not make it so much like a prison! Uncle's honest, though,
to the backbone. On my eighteenth birthday he took me into his
office and formally told me about my affairs.
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