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“Missis has got dem bills?” said Chloe, anxiously. “Yes, Chloe.” “Cause I wants to show my old man dem very bills de perfectioner gave me. ‘And,’ says he, ‘Chloe, I wish you’d stay longer.’ ‘Thank you, Mas’r,’ says I, ‘I would, only my old man’s coming home, and Missis,- she can’t do without me no longer.’ There’s jist what I telled him. Berry nice man, dat Mas’r Jones was.” Chloe had pertinaciously insisted that the very bills in which her wages had been paid should be preserved, to show to her husband, in memorial of her capa- bility. And Mrs. Shelby had readily consented to humor her in the request. “He won’t know Polly,- my old man won’t. Laws, it’s five years since they tuck him! She was a baby den,- couldn’t but jist stand. Remember how tickled he used to be, cause she would keep a fallin’ over, when she sot out to walk. Laws a me!” The rattling of wheels now was heard. “Mas’r George!” said Aunt Chloe, starting to the window. Mrs. Shelby ran to the entry door, and was folded in the arms of her son. Aunt Chloe stood anxiously straining her eyes out into the darkness. “O, poor Aunt Chloe!” said George, stopping compassionately, and taking her hard, black hand between both his; “I’d have given all my fortune to have brought him with me, but he’s gone to a better country.” |
