"I don"t care!" said Eugenia, looking defiantly at Uncle Ish.
"Lor", chile, don"t teck on dat way," remonstrated Aunt Verbeny. "You ain"t had no raisin" noways, en dar ain" been n.o.body ter brung you up "cep"n yo" pa. Hit"s de foolishness uv Miss Chris ez has overturnt de hull place."
"She"s a-settin" moughty prim now," continued Uncle Ish, his eyes on the little girl. "She des" es prim es ef she wuz chiny en gla.s.s, but I"se had my eye on "er afo" dis. I"se done tote "er in dese arms when she wa"nt knee high ter Ma.r.s.e Tom"s ole mule Jenny, en she ain"t cut nairy er caper dat I ain"t "sperienced hit."
"I don"t care," retorted Eugenia.
"Ain"t I done see her plump right out whar sis Delphy wuz a-wallopin"
her Jeetle n.i.g.g.e.r Jake, en holler out dat Jake ain" done lay ban"s on her pa"s watermillion--"case she done steal "em herse"f?"
"I don"t care!" repeated Eugenia with tearful defiance.
"An" she ain" no mo" steal dat ar watermillion den I is," finished Uncle Ish triumphantly.
"It was just a lie," said Bernard. "Eugie, you know where liars go."
"Des" ez straight ter de bad place ez dey kin walk," added Aunt Verbeny severely. "Des" ez straight ez de Lord kin sen" "em dar."
"It was a good lie," declared Nicholas, in manful defence of the weak.
"I don"t believe she"s goin" to be d.a.m.ned for a good lie and a little one, too."
"Well, dar"s lies en dar"s lies," put in Delphy consolingly, "an" I "low dat dar"s mo" in de manner uv lyin" den in de lie. Some lies is er long ways sweeter ter de tas" den Gospel trufe. Abraham, he lied, en it ain"t discountenance him wid de Lord. Ma.r.s.e Tom, he lied when he wuz young, en it spar"d "im er whoppin". Hit"s er plum fool ez won"t spar" dere own hinder parts on er "count uv er few words."
"George Washington didn"t," said Bernard.
"I wish he had," added Eugenia. "Aunt Chris made me read about him and his old cherry tree when I told her the red rooster was setting, because I didn"t want her to kill him."
"Ma asked me once if I had been fishin" when she told me to clean out the spring," said Nicholas thoughtfully, "an" I said yes."
"What did she say?" asked Bernard.
"Nothin". She whacked me on the head."
Just then Betsey came in with her baby in her arms, and Moses shuffled aside to give place to her, cowed by an admonishing glance from his mother-in-law.
"Bless de Lord!" exclaimed Uncle Ish, lifting his withered, old hands.
"Ef dar ain" anur er Betsey"s babies! How many is de, Mose?"
Moses scratched his head and shrank into the corner.
"I ain" done straighten "em out yit, Unk Ish," he returned slowly.
""Pears like soon es I done add "em all up anur done come, an" I has ter kac"late f"om de bottom agin. I ain" got no head fer figgers, nohow.
Betsey, she lays dat dar"s ten uv "em, but ter save my soul I can"t mek out mo"n eight."
"Dar"s nearer er dozen," rejoined Betsey with offended pride, "dar"s nearer er dozen "cordin" ter de way I count."
"Dar now!" cried Aunt Verbeny. "I ain" never trus" no n.i.g.g.e.r"s cac"lations yit, en I ain" gwine ter now. When I wants countin", I want white folks" countin"."
"Dey tell me," said Delphy, glancing sternly at the head on Betsey"s knee, "dat de quality don" set demse"ves up on er pa"sel er chillun no mo". De time done gone by. My Mahaly, she went up ter some outlandish place wid er wild Injun name, like Philadelphy, en she sez de smaller de fambly de mo" stuck up is de heads er it. She sez ef Ole Miss had gone up dar a-puttin" on airs "case er her fifteen chillun, she wouldn"t never have helt up "er head no mo". Mahaly, she ain" mah"ed no man, she ain"t. She sez en ole maid in Philadelphy des" looks right spang over all de heads, she"s so sot up."
""Tain" so yer," said Aunt Verbeny feelingly. ""Tain" so yer. Hit seems like de "oman nairy a man is laid claim ter ain" wuth claimin". Ain" dat so, bro" Ish?"
But Uncle Ish only grunted in retort, his head nodding drowsily. The tremulous tracery the wood-fire cast upon his face gave it an expression of dumb intensity which adumbrated all the pathos and the patience of his race.
"Mahaly wuz er likely gal," went on Aunt Verbeny, "an" when she las"
come home, she wuz a-warin" spike-heeled shoes en er veil uv skeeter nettin". "Tain" so long sence Rhody"s Viney went to Philadelphy, too, but she ain" had no luck sence she wuz born er twin. Hit went clean agin "er."
"Lord a-mercy, Aunt Verbeny, she ain"t a-comin" back dis way?" asked Betsey, probing the apples with a small pine stick and giving the softest to Eugenia.
Aunt Verbeny shook her head.
"She ain" never had no luck on er "count er bein" er twin," she said.
"When she sot herse"f on a-gwine up ter de Yankees, Ma.r.s.e Tom, he tuck er goose quill en wrote out "er principles [recommendations] des" es plain es writin" kin be writ--which ain"t plain enough fer my eyes--en he gun" "em ter Viney wid his own han"s. Viney tuck "n put "em safe "way down in de bottom uv "er trunk en went "long ter de Yankees. But she ain" been dar mo"n er week when one night she went a-traipsin" out on de street en lef er principles behint "er, en, bless yo" life, oner dem ar Yankees breck right in en stole "em smack "way f"om "er. Yo" trunk is a moughty risky place ter kyar yo" principles, but Viney, she wuz dat sot up."
A nod of a.s.sent pa.s.sed round the group. The children ate their apples silently, and Moses got up to put fresh wood on the fire. As the green log fell among the smouldering chips vivid tongues of flame shot up the smoked old mortar of the chimney, and the remaining apples burst their brown peels and sent out little rivulets of juice. The crackling of the fresh bark made a cheerful accompaniment to the chirping of a cricket hidden somewhere in the hearthstones.
"Dar now, bro" Ish!" exclaimed Aunt Verbeny, watching Eugenia as she sat in the dull red glare. "Ef dat chile ain"t de patt"en er young Miss Meeley, I"se clean cracked in my head, I is. I "members Miss Meeley des"
ez well ez "twuz yestiddy de day Ma.r.s.e Tom brung her home en de n.i.g.g.e.rs stood a-bowin" en axin" howdy at de gate. She wuz all black en white en cold lookin" twell she smiled, en den it wuz des" like er lightwood blaze in "er eyes."
Uncle Ish nodded dreamily.
"I use ter ride erlong wid Ma.r.s.e Tom ter co"te "er," he said, "en de gent"men wuz a-troopin" ter see her in vayous att.i.tudes. Dey buzzed roun" "er de same ez bees, but she ain" had no eyes fer none "cep"n Ma.r.s.e Tom."
At that instant the door opened, and Rindy rushed in, breathlesly pursuing Eugenia.
"Miss Chris is pow"ful riled," she announced, "an" Ma.r.s.e Tom is a-stampin" roun" same ez er bull. I reckon you"se gwine ter ketch it when dey once gits dere han"s on you." Then, as her eye fell on Nicholas, she a.s.sumed an indignant air. "Dis ain"t de place fer po"
folks," she added.
Eugenia rose and put a roasted apple in her pocket.
"I ain"t goin" to catch anything that Bernard doesn"t catch," she said.
"When he goes I"m goin" too."
And she went out, followed by Rindy and the boys.
The first breath of the chill atmosphere brought a glow to Nicholas"s cheek, and he started at a brisk run across the fields. He had gone but a few yards when he was checked by Eugenia"s voice.
"Nick!" she called.
Her small, dark shadow was falling on the ground beside him, and by the light of the pale moon he could see the fog of her breath.
As he went towards her she held out her hand.
"Here"s an apple I saved for you," she panted. "And--and I don"t mind about your being poor white trash!"
He took the apple, but before the reply left his lips she had darted from him and was speeding homeward across the glimmering whiteness of the frost.