Aun' Jinkey was not sure she wished to be delivered.
That was one of the points she was not through "projeckin'" about.
Alas! events would not wait for her conclusions, although more time
had been given her than to many others forced to contemplate vast
changes. With a shrewd simplicity she decided that it would be wise
to keep on friendly terms with all the contending powers, and do
what in her judgment was best for each.
"Hit des took all de 'visions we got," she remarked, disconsolately.
"You'll soon have visions of more to eat and wear than ever blessed
your eyes," said Scoville, encouragingly.
"Hi! granny," said Chunk, peeping in at the door.
"How you start me!" ejaculated the old woman, sinking into her
chair.
"That you, Chunk?" asked Scoville. "Is the coast clear?"
"I reck'n. Keep shy yet a while, mars'r." A few words explained the
situation, and Chunk added: "You des feed dem Yankees big, granny.
I'se pervide mo'. I mus' go now sud'n. Made Aun' Suke b'lebe dat I
knowed ob chickens w'at roos' in trees, en dey tinks I'se lookin'
fer um.
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