"I tell yer, honey, a-a-a pusson "d know you had educatiom, de way you c"n fetch in de dictionary words."
"Don"t you understand them, mammy?" she asked, quickly, catching another idea.
"Who, me? Law, baby, I don"t crave ter on"erstan" all dat granjer. I des ketches de chune, an" hit sho is got a glorified ring."
Here was a valuable hint. She must simplify her style. The tide of popular writing was, she knew, in the other direction, but the _best_ writing was _simple_.
The suggestion sent her back to study.
And now for her own improvement she rewrote the "story of big words" in the simplest English she could command, bidding mammy tell her if there was one word she could not understand.
In the transition the spirit of the story was necessarily changed, but the exercise was good. Mammy understood every word.
"But, baby," she protested, with a troubled face, "look like _hit don"t stan" no mo"_; all its granjer done gone. You better fix it up des like it was befo", honey. Hit "minds me o" some o" deze heah fine folks what walks de streets. You know _folks what "ain"t got nothin" else_, dee des nach.e.l.ly _"bleege_ ter put on finery."
How clever mammy was! How wholesome the unconscious satire of her criticism! This story, shorn of its grandeur, could not stand indeed. It was weak and affected.
"You dear old mammy," exclaimed Evelyn, "you don"t know how you are helping me."
"Gord knows I wushes I could holp you, honey. I "ain"t nuver is craved educatiom befo", but now, look like I"d like ter be king of all de smartness, an" know all dey is in de books. I wouldn"t hol" back _noth"n_ f"om yer, baby."
And Evelyn knew it was true.
"Look ter me, baby," mammy suggested, another night, after listening to a highly imaginative story--"look ter me like ef--ef--ef you"d des write down some _truly truth_ what is _ac-chilly happened_, an" glorify it wid educatiom, hit "d des nach.e.l.ly stan" in a book."
"I"ve been thinking of that," said Evelyn, reflectively, laying aside her ma.n.u.script.
"How does this sound, mammy?" she asked, a week later, when, taking up an unfinished tale, she began to read.
It was the story of their own lives, dating from the sale of the plantation. The names, of course, were changed, excepting Blink"s, and, indeed, until he appeared upon the scene, although mammy listened breathless, she did not recognize the characters. Blink, however, was unmistakable, and when he announced himself from the old woman"s bosom his ident.i.ty flashed upon mammy, and she tumbled over on the floor, laughing and crying alternately. Evelyn had written from her heart, and the story, simply told, held all the wrench of parting with old a.s.sociations, while the spirit of courage and hope, which animated her, breathed in every line as she described their entrance upon their new life.
"My heart was teched f"om de fus"t, baby," said mammy, presently, wiping her eyes; "b-b-b-but look heah, honey, I"d--I"d be wuss"n a hycoprite ef I let dat n.o.ble ole black "oman, de way you done specified "er, stan" fur me. Y-y-yer got ter change all dat, honey. Dey warn"t nothin" on top o" dis roun" worl" what fetched me "long wid y" all but "cep" "caze I des _nach.e.l.ly love yer_, an" all dat book granjer what you done laid on me I _don" know nothin" "t all about it_, an" yer got ter _teck it orf_, an" write me down like I is, des a po" ole n.i.g.g.e.r wha"
done fell in wid de Gord-blessedes" white folks wha" ever lived on dis earth, an"--an" wha" gwine _foller_ "em an" _stay by "em_, don" keer which-a-way dee go, so long as "er ole han"s is able ter holp "em. Yer got ter change all dat, honey.
"But Blink! De laws-o"-mussy! Maybe hit"s "caze I been hatched "im an"
raised "im, but look ter me like he ain"t no _dis_grace ter de story, no way. Seem like he sets orf de book. Yer ain"t gwine say nothin" "bout Blink bein" a frizzly, is yer? "Twouldn"t do no good ter tell it on "im."
"I didn"t know it, mammy."
"Yas, indeedy. Po" Blink"s feathers done taken on a secon" twis"." She spoke, with maternal solicitude. "I d"know huccome he come dat-a-way, "caze we "ain"t nuver is had no frizzly stock "mongs" our chickens.
Sometimes I b"lieve Blink tumbled "isse"f up dat-a-way tryin" ter wriggle "isse"f outn de morgans. I hates it mightily. Look like a frizzly can"t put on grandeur no way, don" keer how mannerly "e hol"
"isse"f."
The progress of the new story, which mammy considered under her especial supervision, was now her engrossing thought.
"Yer better walk straight, Blink," she would exclaim--"yer better walk straight an" step high, "caze yer gwine in a book, honey, "long wid de aristokercy!"
One day Blink walked leisurely in from the street, returning, happily for mammy"s peace of mind, before he had been missed. He raised his wings a moment as he entered, as if pleased to get home, and mammy exclaimed, as she burst out laughing:
"Don"t you come in heah shruggin" yo" shoulders at me, Blink, an"
puttin" on no French airs. I believe Blink been out teckin" French lessons." She took her pet into her arms. "Is you crave ter learn fureign speech, Blinky, like de res" o" dis mixed-talkin" settle_mint_?
Is you "shamed o" yo" country voice, honey, an" tryin" ter ketch a French crow? No, he ain"t," she added, putting him down at last, but watching him fondly. "Blink know he"s a Bruce. An" he know he"s folks is in tribulatiom, an" hilarity ain"t become "im--dat"s huccome Blink "ain"t crowed none--_ain"t it, Blink_?"
And Blink wisely winked his knowing eyes. That he had, indeed, never proclaimed his roosterhood by crowing was a source of some anxiety to mammy.
"Maybe Blink don"t know he"s a rooster," she confided to Evelyn one day.
"Sho "nough, honey, he nuver is seen none! De neares" ter "isse"f what he knows is dat ole green polly what set in de fig-tree nex" do", an"
talk Gascon. I seed Blink "is_tid_day stan" an" look at" im, an" den look down at "isse"f, same as ter say, "Is I a polly, or what?" An" den "e open an" shet "is mouf, like "e tryin" ter twis" it, polly fashion, an" hit won"t twis", an" den "e des shaken "is head, an" walk orf, like "e heavy-hearted an" mixed in "is mind. Blink don"t know what "sp.o.r.nsibility lay on "im ter keep our courage up. You heah me, Blink!
Open yo" mouf, an" crow out, like a man!"
But Blink was biding his time.
During this time, in spite of strictest economy, money was going out faster than it came in.
"I tell yer what I been thinkin", baby," said mammy, as she and Evelyn discussed the situation. "I think de bes" thing you can do is ter hire me out. I can cook you alls breckfus" soon, an" go out an" make day"s work, an" come home plenty o" time ter cook de little speck o" dinner you an" ole boss needs."
"Oh no, no! You mustn"t think of it, mammy."
"But what we gwine do, baby? We des _can"t_ get out"n _money_. Hit _won"t do_!"
"Maybe I should have taken that position as lady"s companion, mammy."
"An" stay "way all nights f"om yo" pa, when you de onlies" light ter "is eyes? No, no, honey!"
"But it has been my only offer, and sometimes I think--"
"Hush talkin" dat-a-way, baby. Don"t yer pray? An" don"t yer trus" Gord?
An" ain"t yer done walked de streets tell you mos" drapped down, lookin"
fur work? An" can"t yer teck de hint dat de Lord done laid off yo" work _right heah in the house_? You go "long now, an" cheer up yo" pa, des like you been doin", an" study yo" books, an" write down true joy an"
true sorrer in yo" stories, an" glorify Gord wid yo" sense, an" don"t pester yo"se"f "bout to-day an" to-morrer, an"--an"--an" ef de gorspil is de trufe, an"--an" ef a po" ole n.i.g.g.e.r"s prayers mounts ter heaven on de wings o" faith, Gord ain"t gwine let a hair o" yo" head perish."
But mammy pondered in her heart much concerning the financial outlook, and it was on the day after this conversation that she dressed herself with unusual care, and, without announcing her errand, started out.
Her return soon brought its own explanation, however, for upon her old head she bore a huge bundle of unlaundered clothing.
"What in the world!" exclaimed Evelyn; but before she could voice a protest, mammy interrupted her.
"Nuver you mind, baby! I des waked up," she exclaimed, throwing her bundle at the kitchen door. "I been preachin" ter you "bout teckin"
hints, an" "ain"t been readin" my own lesson. Huccome we got dis heah nice sunny back yard, an" dis bustin" cisternful o" rain-water? Huccome de boa"din"-house folks at de corner keeps a-pa.s.sin" an" a-pa.s.sin" by dis gate wid all dey fluted finery on, ef "twarn"t ter gimme a hint dat dey"s wealth a-layin" at de do", an" me, bline as a bat, "ain"t seen it?"
"Oh, but, mammy, you can"t take in washing. You are too old; it is too hard. You _mustn"t_--"
"Ef-ef-ef-ef you gits obstropulous, I-I-I gwine whup yer, sho. Y-y-yer know how much money"s a-comin" out"n dat bundle, baby? _Five dollars!_"
This in a stage-whisper. "An" not a speck o" dirt on nothin"; des baby caps an" lace doin"s rumpled up."
"How did you manage it, mammy?"