The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-04-06

Instead of saying I sho' is hongry,'
you should .,say, I am very hungry
Listen to .9e and try to speak more
correctly.fm
Don't! e}Son't!" she screamed as he
| helped himself to the meat and gravy,
leaving little brown river on her
fresh white tablecloth. wait until
| ask blessing; then l will help you
to what you want"
Billy enjoyed his breakfast very
much. These mullins sho' is" he
began; catching his aunt's eye he cor
rected himself: These mullins am
very good"
These mullins are very good" said
Miss Minerva patiently
Did you ever eat any bobbycued
rabbit" he asked. ME an Wilkes
Booth Lincoln been eatin' chit'lins. an
sweet 'taters, an 'possum, an squir-
rel, an hoe-cake, an Brunswick stew
ever sence ives born,'' was his proud
announcement
Use your napkin" commanded she.
/ and don't fill your mouth SO full"
The little boy flooded his plate with
sirup
'tThese-here '1asses sho' is" he be-
gan, but instantly remembering that
he must be more particular IN his
speech, he stammered out:
sThese-here sho' is-am-are nice
messerl asses. I amt never eat sech
| a good bait. They sho' isl aimed tc
| say-these ,lasses sho' are a bird;
| they's mother sight tastier'n sorghum,
an Aunt Cindy lows that sorghum is
the very penurity of a niger.
She did not again correct him.
must be very patient she
| thought, and go very slowly. must
not expect too much of him at first
After breakfast Miss Minerva, who
| would not keep a servant, preferring
to do her own work, tied a big cook
apron around the little boys neck, and
told him to churn while she washed
the dishes. This arrangement did not
suit Billy.
Boys don't churn," he said sullen-
ly; me an Wilkes Booth Lincoln don
| never have to churn sence Yves born;
omans has to churn an aint a-going
| to. Major Minerva-he amt never
| churn," he began belligerently, but his
relative turned an uncompromising
and rather perturbed back upon him.
Realizing that he was beaten, he. sub
| mitted to his fate, clutched the dasner
angriIy, and began his weary work.
| He was glad his little black friend
did not witness his disgrace.
AS he thought of Wilkes Booth Lin
and rolled down his cheeks; he leaned
| way over the churn and the great glis-
| tening tears splashed right into the
| hole made for the dasher, and rolled
| into the milk.
| Billy grew interested at once and
| laughed aloud; he puckered up his
| face and tried to weep again, for ne
| wanted more tears to fall into the
/ churn; but the tears refused to come
| and he couldn't squeeze another one
out of his eyes.
| "AunN Minerva" he said mischiey-
ously. " done ruint yo' buttermilk. !"
'.WhaLahave you done?"I she in
quired.
tits done ruint," he replied, you'll
halter th'ow it away; faint fitten fer
nothin. | done cried bout bucket
full in it,
why did you cry?" asked Miss Mi
nerya calmly. Don't you like to
work."
"Yes'm, l jes' loves 10 work; wish
| had time to work all the time. But
it makes my belly ache to churn-l
got a awful pain right now"
"Churn on!" she commanded I'M
sympathetically.
He grabbed the dasher and churned
| vigorously for one minute.
81 reckon the buffers done come, =
he announced, resting from his labors.
1T hasn't begun to come yet" re-
piled the exasperated woman. Don't
| waste so much time, William"
! The child churned in silence for the
sDace of two minutes. and suggested:
| ITS time to put hot water in it; Aunt
| Cindy always puts hot water in 1T.
| Lemme git some fer you"
i never put hot water In my milk"
| said she, sit makes the butter puffy,
Work more and talk less, William.
Again there was brief silence.
| broken only by the sound OF the
dasher dumping against the bottom
Of the churn. and the rattle of the
| dishes.
| ~ sho' is tired" he presently re
marked, heaving a deep sigh. NJ
arms is bout give out, Aunt Minerva.
| Ole Aunt Blue-Gum Tenpy'ss Perjury