Her response was prompt: "Go 'long! what dese common
niggah ways got ter do wid a 'liance? Yer show me de gole in dat
box--dat's de bargain. Den de 'liance hole me fas', an' I'll help
yer spen' de money in Washin'on. We'll hab a weddin' scrumptious
as white folks. But, law sakes! Jeff Wobbles, 't ain' no kin' ob
'liance till I see dat gole an' hab some ob it too!"
Jeff had to succumb like many a higher-born suitor before him,
with the added chagrin of remembering that he had first suggested
the purely businesslike aspect of his motive.
"Berry well; meet me here ter-morrer night when I whistle like a
whip-o'-will. But yer ain' so smart as yer tink yer are, Suky.
Yer'se made it cl'ar ter me dat I'se got ter keep de han'lin' ob
dat gole or you'll be a-carryin' dis 'liance business too far! If
I gib yer gole, I expec' yer ter shine up an be 'greeable-like ter
me ebbery way yer know how. Dat's only fa'r, doggoned ef it ain'!"
and Jeff spoke in a very aggrieved tone.
Wily Suky chucked him under the chin, saying: "Show me de color ob
de gole an' de 'liance come out all right.
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