Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 25: what you’re looking at

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FRENCH-FOUR. 19 sweet-cakes, To the cries of delight she made no response, not even smiling at the thanks and flatteries which over- whelmed her, but went quietly to work distributing the dainties in such a way as to secure to each a fair portion. “Oh, Maum Ginny, how could you ‘teal so much nice tings?” Sears re et nee ’ "teal ‘em,” she replied, indignantly ; ‘bought ebery oo Pn ce Sa eggs an’ sugar—an’ bake <0, Manone, FoR EWR CAD 3 2 “Woll, woll, neber mind dat. I's got no pickaninnies spend money fur, and ole women don’ need finery.” and satisfaction. In their eyes, Maum Guinea, although éolored and a cook, was almost as superior a being as any of the white race they had ever seen. They regarded her with almost the same awe and adoration which they would have bestowed upon a fetish—they believed that something of a supernatural character attached to her. While the others were eating and resting, Hyperion bribed Uncle Zip, with a piece of silver, to continue his playing; and he and Rose, Jim and July, danced French-four, half- cotillion, and some of those regular dances which they had copied from the lessons set them by the ladies and gentlemen ab whose alleen pasties. nei. 0erta Ae, SAP OREPS ean of the mixture of fre and Janguor which distinguishes was distressingly. graceful and impressive; 1 bowed lower, and threw out his heels more freely was admired by the critical eye of the valet. Bat, of course, a coachman could. not be expected to rival a ot Ga nd een Alas, for Hyperion! alas, Comichooks.conn