Maid Marian, and Other StoriesSeawell, Molly Elliot
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Maid Marian, and Other Stories
Seawell, Molly Elliot
Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"You will 'scuse me, lady, fur troublin' you so much as ter come here.
But I hed to come--I _hed_ to come. It seem like I couldn't die 'twell
I hed done seed de ole place," she said, presently.
"You are quite welcome," replied Mrs. Hereford.
"You see," she said, glancing deprecatingly at Mrs. Hereford, while she
smoothed down the clean but faded handkerchief on her breast, "I was de
head 'oman in dis here house. I was ole mistis' maid, an' den I nuss
dem two boys, an' Miss Amy, and arter dey was all gone I went, too. But
I done hed de ager so bad, an' I feel so po'ly I don't never 'spect ter
be able ter git here no mo'. So I come, jest ter tell ole marse an' all
un 'em how things is lookin'. Kase I 'spects ter fin' 'em all when I
gits to glory, an' ole marse he sho to say, 'Keziah, how's things gwine
at Malvern?' Lord! when I got ter tell him de Yankees done bought de
place an' livin' here!"
"But, gra'mammy," said the little darky, who had been to school and had
imbibed some theology, "dey doan' keer nuttin' 'bout Norverners an'
Souverners in heaben--"
"You shet yo' mouf, boy! You didn' never know ole marse. Doan' make no
diff'unce whar he is, I lay he gwine cuss like a trooper when I done
tole him de Yankees is livin' at Malvern--an' he sho' to arsk."
The youngster, more cowed by Aunt Keziah's energy than her arguments,
maintained a discreet silence after this. Mrs. Hereford, who was a
gentle and merciful woman, said to her:
"Wouldn't you like to go inside? It's very little changed since we
came."
"Thankee, lady," she said, rising and hobbling to the hall door. Her
uncertain step was heard going toward the library; then a long pause,
and a quicker return. "I c'yarn do it!--I c'yarn," she panted, sitting
down in her chair. "I thot I'd go ev'ywhar, all 'bout de house, an'
set down in ev'y room; but seems ter me I hear dem voices callin'--ole
marse bawlin' out 'Keziah!' an' little missy (she lisp when she talk)
she say 'Kethiah'--an' I couldn't stay no longer. I was sorry I come."
"Was it very long ago that it all happened?"
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