. We orter 'av a school.' 'All
right,' says I, 'school goes.' So they agreed ter build a school house
and ter hire a teacher for six months. I flung in more'n my shere, and
then ther question was whar to build ther school house. I spoke up and
I says: 'Why not put it down in the angle of my best section?' Yo' know
whar ther section lines cross thar. It leaves a corner in ther field
which is a sharp pint in ther road, and broadens as it runs back. 'Well,'
they said, 'but whar'll the teacher board?'
"Well, yo' know it's only six hundred yards up ter my place; so I says:
'I han't chick or child, but I'm bound ter stay by ther school; send ther
teacher up yere. He can do chores enough for his board, if he is techy at
all on that pint.'
"The school house went up in short order, and one of the Kinsley boys
came by on a Saturday, and he says, says he: 'Jordan, ther school'll be
open Monday mornin,' and the teacher'll be down for supper on Monday
night.' 'Send him 'long,' says I. I thought he gin a queer kind o' a
igiotic laugh, but he said, 'All right,' and rid along. I went in
through ther kitchen and told Aunt Sue--yo' remember our old unbleached
cook--that ther school master war a-comin' to board on Monday night, and
she must spread herself.
"Her nose went up inter ther air, and she said: 'H'm, guess what we gets
every day's good 'nuff for one o' doze poor white trash teachurs.'
"Well, 'long 'bout five o'clock Monday evenin' I war readin' ther paper,
when I hearn a knock at ther door, and same time I hearn Bolus--thet's
the big collie, yo' remember--kinder whinin' as though he war glad,
and bangin the door with his tail. I thought maybe some of ther boys is
cum back; maybe it's Jim Sedgwick, and I gets up and goes and throws ther
door open, and was jest openin' my mouth to say 'Hello!' when I got
paralyzed.
"Thar war standin thar a little woman in a black frock thet fitted her
like a prayer on a nun's lips. She had on a white collar, and when she
looked up at me yo' never seen sich a majestical pair o' eyes, and I said
ter myself, 'Blast my broad horns, but I never seen so takin' a face in
all my life.'
"Jest pale sorter, barrin' a little flush that creeped up over her face,
as yo' might expect would cum ter thet stater--whatyer call it in ther
play?--Gal--, O, yes, Galerteer, thet's it--when weakenen' to thet
feller's pleadin', she shakes ther stone and begins ter warm up ter his
prayer. She had sorrerful eyes
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