Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 151: what you’re looking at

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YOUNG MASSA DUDLEY. 141 caly chile, and fadder and mudder bof t’ought dar nebber wag anodder like him. Wen his letters use to come, dey would read ’em so eager and laugh ober’em; and bym-bye missus would "teal up-stairs and read ’em again, and kiss ’em, and sit wid ’em in her lap, looking out de window and smiling .to herself. “One winter we was going to hab grand times at Chris’- mas, for young Massa Dudley was comin’ home for good and all. He'd done got tru’ wid school, and was comin’ home a young gentleum. Missus was glad, ’cause he was not going back; and we was tickled, ’cause we t’ought dar would be gay times wid young massa in de house. “De cook, she was busy for weeks. She took me in de kitchen, mornin’s, and made me help her stone raisins and chop apples, and beat eggs and mix up cake—den was when I took my first lesson in cookin’. I liked to go dar, ’cause de merry clatter of de dishes, and all de nice articles she was at liberty to use, made it pleasant; and she’d gib me bunch of raisins and piece of citron or orange for being good *bout helpin’ her. We made cake ‘nuff for a weddin’; and mince-pies, and ebery ting nice dat would keep; and jest afore de day, all sorts of tings besides. ’Peared as if ole cook membered ebery dish dat massa Dudley liked ’specially well, and dat was good many, for w’en he'd been home of holidays hée’d commonly been blessed wid a growin’ appetite. “ Laws! day fore Chris’mas, w’at a lookin’ for de stage dar was! Even missus ¢ouldn’ keep ’way from de winder, and little Peter, de waiter-boy, he sot out on top de fence on a little rise of groun’, to be de first to tell de news. Dinner was nigh done bein’ ready, and Dinah was beginning to fret ; I'd gone and put on a clean frock to help wait on table, and missus had pulled de parlor curtains open fifty times, w’en Peter gib a shout, and we all ru, and de stage come a-rollin’ * 4 conmicloooks.conn j