Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 180 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
book down your throat, and so it comes easy to you to cast up the big
words whenever your stomach's actyve. But big words aint ideas, Jane
Carter, by a long shot; and ef I've got the ideas in my head, I don't keer
how many big words you kin heave up out of your stomach.""Oh! how very shocking. How monstrous! But, my poor sister, I for-
give your infirmities, and I will patiently endure your vulgarities; assured,
as I am, that my daughter is now moving in a sphere where her mind can-
not be corrupted; so that the noble gentleman upon whom she confers her
hand, will have no reason to be ashamed nay, will feel himself elevated
by the grace and dignity with which she will preside at the table, and the
oriental elegance with which she will grace the parlor and the ball-room,
as the acknowledged sultana of the scene.""Lord save us and be marciful! You're getting worse than ever, Jane
Carter. Your head's fair turned about that poor gal; and, as God's my
Jedge, ef I was now called up before a Jedge and Jury to answer the ques-
tion, I'd say, up and down, I couldn't help saying it, `my poor sister's
cracked! She's got a fan-tidget behind her ears that's eating up all her
senses.
ยป>"Cracked! This vulgarity is ingrained! It is ineradicable. It is a curse
from nature. Go! leave me, Betsy Moore. I shall make no further efforts
to reform your speech or correct your manners.""Well, I'm willing enough, for I'm quite tired, Jane Carter; and I've got
to see to that dinner which you're always willing enough to eat, though
you sometimes turn up your nose and say that eating is very wulgar.""Go, Betsy Moore, go, if you please; but first give me some of my
drops. You have quite exhausted me! my drops! some cologne! a fan! ah!"
And she sank back with an effort at elegant languishment, upon her
fauteuil, not exactly in a faint, but with a graceful tendency in that direc-
tion. Under good training of the green room, and with more energy of
character, Mrs. Jane Carter might have personated Lady Lydia Languish,
and improved upon the original.
Betsy Moore, rough satirist as she was, unconsciously, was yet a duti-
ful sister in attendance. She never forgot the claims of kindred, and bore
with the silly humors of her sister even to her own frequent surprise.
"Ef 'twas any other woman, I'd be cussed ef she mightn't go to the
her own way, and I'd never try to stop her! But she's my older and
my only sister!"
And she handed the fan and the cologne as required, and adminis-
tered the requisite number of drops.