India : $b the pearl of Pearl RiverSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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India : $b the pearl of Pearl River
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Louisiana -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
But one day, it happened that Rosalie, after she had dismissed her
afternoon school, stood at her nice white kitchen table kneading bread
for supper, when a shadow darkened the door, and the sound of something
dumped suddenly down upon the floor, caused her to turn round. There
stood Billy, in his pale blue cotton jacket and trousers, and clean
linen apron and straw hat, with a great bundle at his back, and a heavy
trunk at his feet. Down he dropped the bundle upon the trunk, and
heaving a deep sigh of relief, said—
“I’m been looking for you to send arter me to come and live ’long o’
you. Why ain’t you sent afore this? Don’t like to be a-losing so much
time.”
“Why, Billy, I had no idea you wished to come and live with us,”
returned Rose, in surprise.
“Well, you might a-known it, then! You always knowed I liked you and
him.”
“I thought you refused to go out to service?”
“I ’fused all _them there_” said Billy, chucking his thumb
contemptuously over his shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
village—“think I’m agoin’ to live in a bake-oven, like them there red
brick houses?”
“But you might have gone to the country.”
“Yes, but you know most all on ’em were so ill-looking—I mean the
people, and for that matter the houses too—and then they kept pigs, as
made an onpleasant fragrance, and childun, as made werry onpleasant
noises. And some places, the missus was either ugly in her temper, or
her face, or in both, which is dreadful. And in other places the master
was always a-interfering with the dinner or the dishcloths, in a very
misbecoming manner. Some on ’em were not nice in their ways; and what
’couragement would it be to me to put on a clean apron every day, with a
nice stiff crease ironed down in the middle of it, to sarve people as
wa’n’t clean themselves? So the long and the short of it is, ma’am, that
I’m come to live ’long o’ you.”
Now, Rosalie was so gentle-hearted that she did not speak her thought,
and say—“But we did not send for you, Billy.” Yet, nevertheless, Billy
guessed it, for he answered as if she had spoken—
“Well, what o’ that? Here I _am_. And here’s my trunk and bundle. I paid
a man twenty-five cents to help me to bring them over. I reckon I can
stay, if I ’gree to stay on your own terms,” said Billy, betraying
piteous anxiety nevertheless.
Gentle and truthful Rosalie hastened to set his fears at rest. “Indeed,
Billy, we shall be delighted to have you. You will be an invaluable
acquisition to us. I am only very much surprised that you should have
given us the preference.”
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