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“Yes, Mas’r,” said Topsy, with sanctimonious gravity, her wicked eyes twin- kling as she spoke. “You’re going to be good. Topsy, you understand,” said St. Clare. “O yes, Mas’r,” said Topsy, with another twinkle, her hands still devoutly folded. “Now, Augustine, what upon earth is this for?” said Miss Ophelia. “Your house is so full of these little plagues, now, that a body can’t set down their foot without treading on ‘em. I get up in the morning, and find one asleep behind the door, and see one black head poking out from under the table, one lying on the door-mat,- and they are mopping and mowing and grinning between all the rail- ings, and tumbling over the kitchen floor! What on earth did you want to bring this one for?” “For you to educate-didn’t I tell you? You’re always preaching about educat- ing. I thought I would make you a present of a fresh-caught specimen, and let you try your hand on her, and bring her up in the way she should go.” “I don’t want her, I am sure;- I have more to do with ‘em now than I want to.” “That’s you Christians, all over!- you’ll get up a society, and get some poor missionary to spend all his days among just such heathen. But let me see one of you that would take one into your house with you, and take the labor of their con- version on yourselves! No; when it comes to that they are dirty and disagreeable, and it’s too much care, and so on.” |
