Pulp Fiction, 1861 · page 153 of 228
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A QUEER FEELING. 143 and his cheeks was red; he was as gay as a kitten, and he. pratsed all de dishes, and eat ‘nuff to satisfy ole cook, almost. I couldn’ look up, hardly, I felt so shy, which was new for me; and w’en dinner was mos’ done finished, he noticed me, and says to his mudder: | «*Who you got dar? a new girl? Bless me, if it ain't little Ginny grown up like a sunflower! She makes you 1 nice maid, don’t she, mudder ? _ “* Yes, Ginny is a great help to me. She’s my right hand, said missus, and den I felt happy to be praised by Her ; but I darsn’t look up, and young massa laugh, and say: “<"Twas right new to see a bashful darkey.’ “ Woll, dey had a merry Chris’mas; nebber was a merrier Chris’mas on de ole Gregory plantation; young massa made de house as bright as a streak of sunshine; dar was company, and music, and feasting, till after New Year’s. I had a good time waitin’ on de company, and seein’ all de frolicks, ’sides haying presents and a share of all de niceties. I felt happy ; put "twas a queer feeling, not like I used to w’en I romped on de lawn and cut up all kind o’ mischief; I was quiet and . proper, so dat missus praised me, and was pleased de way I | waited on her visitors. - “ After dat I was more her favorite dan ever. She learned me to sew nice and ’broider, and I ’broidered pair o’ slippers for her son, w'ich-she wanted to give him; I read to her evenings, and it wasn't so tiresome to me den, cause de weader was cold, and I couldn’ go a-rambling over de lawn and down de river, as I did in summer. I was so quiet and orderly, and read de Bible so willin’, missus fought I was going to be good Christian girl, and she said I might jine de church if I wanted. But I said Pd wait till spring. '“ Woll, it come spring. De flowers begun to-blow open in de soft mornin’s; de sky was full of purty clouds, de winds _ Cognichooks.comn