She des kin'er fall inter he ways
en mek tings hum wid de yard en house folks. She des a nachel-bawn
housekeeper, en we uns all had ter stan 'roun' en do ez she sed
sud'n, we sutn'y did; en ole mars'r, he tink hit be des de same wid
you."
"But it won't, mammy. I'm not like my aunt."
"Dat you ain', honey, bless de Lawd! Ole miss neber stan' 'twix me
en a whip, en she neber run fer my pipe en let her shol'er ache
whiles I smokes like a ole himage. I'se only des a s'plainin' how
dey feels 'bout yo' mar'age."
"Ah, but mammy, you know how I feel about it. I won't marry my
cousin if I can help it."
"Hit's yo' feelin's, honey, w'at des riles up my in'erds so I kyant
hardly wuk. Dat's whar my projeckin' gins out, en I'se kin'er
stump'd 'bout hit. Dey's gwine right 'long wid dere prep'rations des
ez ef dey cud do ez dey pleased. Dunno w'at de law is 'bout hit ef
dere is any law in dese mux-up times. I'se des took clar off my
foots wid all de goin's on. De fiel'-han's at de quarters is bilin'
ober wid 'citement, en dey's sayin' de Linkum men's comin' ter upset
ebryting.
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