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Here are some in the grater, said Miss Ophelia, holding them up. Laws, yes, I put em there this morning,I likes to keep my things handy, said Dinah. You, Jake! what are you stopping for! Youll cotch it! Be still, thar! she added, with a dive of her stick at the criminal. Whats this? said Miss Ophelia, holding up the saucer of pomade. Laws, its my har grease;I put it thar to have it handy. Do you use your mistress best saucers for that? Law! it was cause I was driv, and in sich a hurry;I was gwine to change it this very day. Here are two damask table-napkins. Them table-napkins I put thar, to get em washed out, some day. Dont you have some place here on purpose for things to be washed? Well, Masr St. Clare got dat ar chest, he said, for dat; but I likes to mix up biscuit and hev my things on it some days, and then it ant handy a liftin up the lid. Why dont you mix your biscuits on the pastry-table, there? Law, Missis, it gets sot so full of dishes, and one thing and another, der ant no room, noway But you should wash your dishes, and clear them away. Wash my dishes! said Dinah, in a high key, as her wrath began to rise over her habitual respect of manner; what does ladies know bout work, I want to know? When d Masr ever get his dinner, if I vas to spend all my time a washin and a puttin up dishes? Miss Marie never telled me so, nohow. Well, here are these onions. Laws, yes! said Dinah; thar is whar I put em, now. I couldnt member. Them s particular onions I was a savin for dis yer very stew. Id forgot they was in dat ar old flannel. Miss Ophelia lifted out the sifting papers of sweet herbs. I wish Missis wouldnt touch dem ar. I likes to keep my things where I knows whar to go to em, said Dinah, rather decidedly. But you dont want these holes in the papers. Them s handy for siftin on t out, said Dinah. But you see it spills all over the drawer. Laws, yes! if Missis will go a tumblin things all up so, it will. Missis has spilt lots dat ar way, said Dinah, coming uneasily to the drawers. If Missis only will go up stars till my clarin up time comes, Ill have everything right; but I cant do nothin when ladies is round, a henderin. You, Sam, dont you gib the baby dat ar sugar-bowl! Ill crack ye over, if ye dont mind! Im going through the kitchen, and going to put everything in order, once, Dinah; and then Ill expect you to keep it so. |
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