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Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition

CHAPTER XI
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And that poor, iggorent, low-down cook in the kitchen told me jest now I lied about Prince Arthur, that there never wuz such a prince, and I sez to her, 'How any black nigger can stand makin' bakin' powder biscuit and tell such lies is a mystery to me.'" "Well, you know Princes are not common in this country," sez I.
She drew herself up more hautily, "Such a Prince as that hain't common in no country! Why he's so handsome and good the very birds in the trees will stop singin' to listen to his talk, and the grass turn brighter green where he's stepped on it, and the May-flowers peek up and blush with happiness if he looks at 'em." "How come you to leave him, Aunt Pheeny, if he wuz so perfect ?" "I tole you before," sez she with dignity, "that when he went off to school I wuzn't in no ways bound to stay with ole Miss.

She wuz jealous, you know, jealous of me.

Prince Arthur made more of me, we used to sing together, you know I've sung in Concorts and Operations, been a star in 'em.

Ole Miss couldn't sing no more than a green frog.

And he always said when he got married I wuz to live with him, that nachully sot up his Ma's back, and I santered off one day, never tole her I wuz goin', but jest lifted up my train, I wore long pink and blue satin dresses then, and I jest santered out the house over to Californy and Asia and so on to Chicago, and then hired out to Miss Dotie's ma.


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