Capitolo 15
the temperament as the driver of dead-wagon.
Whoever of these causes was, you/he/she could positively be never clearly
known, but, as a shine of lightning, the individual changed his
insolent way, braggart to one of the most despicable, doing himself/herself/itself small
cowardliness.
"Don't do, Mrs., don't do! Ef I have 'sulted yer, 'the pon my dirty soul that I want
you implore the double-barreled pardon yer. Please doesn't make yer they go to complainin' on
me. For ef I would lose my place, my wife and young 'the uns 'uds starve
died in little time. Me oughter knoweds improve however then to sass You,
when I sow as good person and wuz of ye of purty!"
"Please don't allow us! I/you/he/she don't allow us, Miss Agnes for You has been
our Good Angel. You has saved our lives!" compassionately it exclaimed
Mrs. Burtons and his/her children in choir to this moment, terrible that
their nanny was going away really, and fearing if she did, that them
all or is brought away to the cemetery or of the other terrible
place.
"Now, please return, and a tellin doesn't go' on me a sassin yers line of fur. ME
oughter to be ashamed; and I am double-barreled ashamed. A' the ef
You will tease says you he/she wants furgiv' me, I will go down on my knees. There
now, Miss Agony, to the not that 'the nuff? Ef it the ai not, because I will do anything
You say you line me of fur to do."
The individual threw away his/her hat, and he rose up such laughably
attitude of woebegone, that Miss Arnold had the great difficulty in
braking himself/herself/itself to laugh completely. However, she handled
holds a right face, and he/she answered:
"This duration I will allow well him to pass,; but it never allowed me to feel of
such behavior again, or I won't be so clement."
"Thanks, lady; and can I ask to you a queshun?"
"Yes."
"Do I want ter they ask kep to You as yer' them there fel from a dyin?'
'Cause when they is tuk of the can as them yer of tuk of wuz you/they could tease bet each
muel in the kerral to which they would fix out in twenty-seven hours
furthest."
"God did him/it, not me", answered Agnes.