The Little Colonel by Annie Fellows Johnston
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by the time the door was finally opened, Lloyd was finishing her story.
The Colonel looked in just in time to see her put her hands to her temples, with her forefingers protruding from her forehead like horns. She said in a deep voice, as she brandished them at May Lilly, "With my two long speahs I'll poke yo' eyeballs through yo' yeahs." The little darky fell back giggling. "That sut'n'y was like a billy-goat. We had one once that 'ud make a body step around mighty peart. It slip up behine me one mawnin' on the poach, an' fo' awhile I thought my haid was buss open suah. I got up toreckly, though, an' I cotch him, and when I done got through, Mistah Billy-goat feel po'ly moah'n a week. He sut'n'y did." Walker grinned, for he had witnessed the scene. Just then Maria put her head in at the door to say, "May Lilly, yo' mammy's callin' you." Lloyd and Fritz followed her noisily down-stairs. Then for nearly an hour it was very quiet in the great house. The Colonel, looking out of the window, could see Lloyd playing hide-and-seek with Fritz under the bare locust-trees. When she came in her cheeks were glowing from her run in the frosty air. Her eyes shone like stars, and her face was radiant. "See what I've found down in the dead leaves," she cried. "A little blue violet, bloomin' all by itself." She brought a tiny cup from the next room, that belonged to the set of |
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