A culled gemmen kin change his min'
when he sees dat de 'finity's done gone."
"Look here, Jeff Wobbles, does yer mean ter give me de sack?"
"I mean ter gib yer good-ebenin', Miss Mandy Munson. Yer kyant
'spec' a gemmen to be degaged in de music an' a gal at de same
time," replied Jeff, with oppressive gravity.
"Mister Johnsing, I'se tank yer fo' yer arm," said Mandy to a man
near, with responsive dignity. "Yer wait on me here, an' yer kin
wait on me home. I'se 'shamed on mysef dat I took up wid a lout
dat kin do nuffin but fiddle; but I was kine ob sorry fer him, he
sich a fool."
"Go 'long," remarked Jeff, smiling mysteriously. "Ef yer knowed,
yer 'ud be wringin' yer han's wuss dan yer did at de las' 'tracted
meetin'. Ah, Miss Suky, dat you?" and Jeff for the first time
doffed his hat.
"Wat's in de win', Jeff, dat yer so scrumptious an' bumptious like
dis ebenin'?" Suky asked a trifle scornfully.
"Wen de 'freshments parse 'roun', I'se 'steem it a oblergation ter
me ef yer'll let me bring yer de cake an' cider. I'se sumpin fer
yer.
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