Mildred at Home by Martha Finley Martha Finley Author
by Martha Finley
2021-04-02 21:56:41
Mildred at Home by Martha Finley Martha Finley Author
by Martha Finley
2021-04-02 21:56:41
I'm to be dressed in white, mammy, with blue sash and ribbons, papa says, and to go back to him as soon as you are done with me.Is you, honey? but co'se you is; you mos' neber wears nuffin but white when de warm days comes; an' massa can't do widout ...
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I'm to be dressed in white, mammy, with blue sash and ribbons, papa says, and to go back to him as soon as you are done with me.Is you, honey? but co'se you is; you mos' neber wears nuffin but white when de warm days comes; an' massa can't do widout his darlin' pet, now all de res' am gone.No; nor I without him, Elsie said, tears springing to her eyes. Oh, don't these rooms seem lonely, mammy? Don't you miss Annis?Co'se, honey, co'se I dose; but tank de Lord, I'se got my own darlin' chile lef'.And I have you and papa left, returned the little girl, smiling through her tears, and that's a great deal; papa alone is more than half of all the world to me, and you know I could never do without you, mammy.
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