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“An’t she a peart young ‘un?” said Tom, holding her from him to take a full- length view; then, getting up, he set her on his broad shoulder, and began caper- ing and dancing with her, while Mas’r George snapped at her with his pocket-handkerchief, and Mose and Pete, now returned again, roared after her like bears, till Aunt Chloe declared that they “fairly took her head off with” their noise. As, according to her own statement, this surgical operation was a matter of daily occurrence in the cabin, the declaration no whit abated the merriment, till every one had roared and tumbled and danced themselves down to a state of com- posure. “Well, now, I hopes you’re done,” said Aunt Chloe, who had been busy in pulling out a rude box of a trundle-bed; “and now, you Mose and you Pete, get into thar; for we’s goin’ to have the meetin’.” “O mother, we don’t wanter. We wants to sit up to meetin’,- meetin’s is so curis. We likes ‘em.” “La, Aunt Chloe, shove it under, and let ‘em sit up,” said Mas’r George, deci- sively, giving a push to the rude machine. Aunt Chloe, having thus saved appearances, seemed highly delighted to push the thing under, saying, as she did so, “Well, mebbe ‘twill do ‘em some good.” The house now resolved itself into a committee of the whole, to consider the accommodations and arrangements for the meeting. |
