Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
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of it, besides having his rafters strung all along with hams and sides,
and shoulders, for the family, to say nothing of the money he gits for
the hides. I do reckon he's got a pretty pile of money laid away in solid
gould and silver.
"Were he a doctor, now, or a lawyer, or a parson, or even a farmer,
Elizabeth ""He is a farmer, and a good one, too. Ax Rose herself. She spent a
week with Mattie Fuller only last spring. How was it, Rose? Hadn't they
a good garden and farm? and warn't Mike the head worker? I know that
Sam Fuller never strikes a stroke about the farm."
Rose, thus appealed to, replied, somewhat mischievously, perhaps:
"Precious little did Mike do either in farming or hunting while I was
with them.""That was because you was there. He was too busy, I reckon, in
watching the doe to be thinking about the buck.""Now, Aunt Betsy!" with a saucy simper.
Aunt Betsy continued the conflict, turning once more upon mother.
"You talk of society, Jane Carter, and makes much to do about it,
with your doctors and lawyers, and parsons; but what's the good of
them to us? You are all the time taking the doctor's stuff, and if Rose
was to marry a doctor, I reckon you'd ruin him the very first year with
dose upon dose of his yarbs and draps, and washes and 'intments. But
precious little chance is there here, for doctor or lawyer, or parson, to
come a courting your darter. They takes their wives out of their fine
society, that's true; but it's only when they're sure that the woman's got
the money bags besides the beauty. Now, Rose has the beauty, that's
char; and beauty enough, too, to feed any man's eye, that ever was happy
to look at a fine eye in a woman. I say it myself, though I'm her Aunty,
and hev no beauty of my own to boast of."
Mrs. Carter smiled complacently, and bowed her head affirmatively.
"Yes, I know it, Jane. But of I hev no beauty of my own, I'm proud of
Rose having so much; and I'm not for throwing her away. I do believe
that Mike Baynam will make her the best husband in the world. And
now, suppose he comes with the question ready for axing on his tongue?
What do you say, Jane Carter, you who air the mother of the gal?""Girl, Betsy, girl.""Well, Burl, sense you will hev it so.""Since, not sense, Betsy.
"Oh! bother and stuff, Jane. Hev done with the nonsense words. Ef