"
"Well?"
"Hit 'pears ter me a orfully mux-up question. Yere yo' gyardins, ole
mars'r en ole miss. Dey's des had dere gay on dis plantashon sence I
wuz a gyurl. You wuz trus' ter dem ter be took keer on en you tole
me how he manage yo' prop'ty. He call you he ward. I des dunno w'at
po'r dat ward business gib 'im. I'se yeared en my day ob young
gyurls mar'ed yere en mar'ed dar en dey aim' sayin' much 'bout who
dey mar'y. Folks say dat wuz de way wid ole miss. I reckermember dem
days en I year ole mars'r's fader talk'n wid her fader 'bout w'at
dey call set'l'ments en po'tions. Den ole miss's mammy tole me how
her young miss wuz cool ez a cowcumber, en how she say her folks
know bes' en she sat'sfied; en den how she gib her min' ter w'at she
call her trosso. Why honey, I des doin' up tings ob dat ar trosso
yit."
"That's just the trouble with aunt," said Miss Lou scornfully. "I
don't believe she ever had heart enough to love with."
"Well, I reck'n ole mars'r is projeckin' dis away. Ole miss, she
settle down en tuck hole strong.
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