"I wouldn't ask you to
spend your precious breath for fear you'd be too lazy to draw it in
agin. When I want to get anything done I can gen'ally spunk up sprawl
enough to do it myself, thanks be!"
"Wall now, Samanthy, you cheat the men-folks out of a heap o' pleasure
bein' so all-fired independent, did ye know it?
"'Tremblin' sinner, calm your fears!
Jesus is always ready.'"
"When 'd you see him last?"
"I hain't seen him sence 'bout noon-time. Warn't he into supper?"
"No. We thought he was off with you. Well, I guess he's gone for the
cow, but I should think he'd be hungry. It's kind o' queer."
Miss Vilda was seated at the open window in the kitchen, and Lady Gay
was enthroned in her lap, sleepy, affectionate, tractable, adorable.
"How would you like to live here at the White Farm, deary?" asked Miss
Vilda.
"O, yet. I yike to live here if Timfy doin' to live here too. I yike oo,
I yike Samfy, I yike Dabe, I yike white tat 'n' white tow 'n' white
bossy 'n' my boofely desses 'n' my boofely dolly 'n' er day hen 'n' I
yikes evelybuddy!"
"But you'd stay here like a nice little girl if Timothy had to go away,
wouldn't you?"
"No, I won't tay like nite ittle dirl if Timfy do 'way. If Timfy do
'way, I do too. I's Timfy's dirl."
"But you're too little to go away with Timothy."
"Ven I ky an keam an kick an hold my bwef--I s'ow you how!"
"No, you needn't show me how," said Vilda hastily. "Who do you love
best, deary, Samanthy or me?"
"I yuv Timfy bet.
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