[The Boss of Little Arcady by Harry Leon Wilson]@TWC D-Link bookThe Boss of Little Arcady CHAPTER XIV 19/20
I took the rose and kissed her hand.
I left her wilting in the big chair, staring hard into the fireplace that Clem had rilled with summer green things. When my fellow-chattel appeared next morning with my coffee, he was embarrassed.
With guile he strove to be talkative about matters of no consequence.
But this availed him not. "Clem," I said frigidly, "tell me just what you said to Mrs.Lansdale about me." He paltered, shifting on his feet, his brow contracted in perplexity, as if I had propounded some intricate trifle of the higher mathematics. "Huh! Wha--what's that yo'-all is a-sayin', Mahstah Majah ?" "Stop that, now! I needn't tell you twice what I said.
Out with it!" "Well, seh, Mahstah Majah, of co'se, yo'-all tole me to fix it man own way, an' Ah lay Ah'd do it raghtly--an' so Miss Cahline is ve'y busy goin' th'oo th' rooms an' spressin' huhse'f how grand evehthing suttinly do look an' so fothe an' so on, an' sh' ain't payin' much attention--Ah reckon sh' ain't huhd raghtly--" "Clem--the Bible says, 'How forceful are right words!'" He stopped at my look, despaired, and became succinct. "Well, seh, Ah jes' think Ah brek it to huh easy-lahk, by degrees, so Ah sais yo' is a genaman of wahm South'n lahkings.
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