Sonny, a Christmas Guest by Ruth McEnery Stuart
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Bless His name, I say! You know he's a boy, don't yer? I been a holdin'
'im all day--'t least ever sence they dressed 'im, purty nigh a' hour ago. An' he's slep'--an' waked up--an' yawned--an' snez--an' wunk--an' sniffed--'thout me sayin' a word. Opened an' shet his little fist, once-t, like ez ef he craved to shake hands, howdy! He cert'n'y does perform 'is functions wonderful. Yas, doctor; I'm a-comin', right now. Go to sleep now, honey, you an' him, an' I'll be right on the spot when needed. Lemme whisper to her thess a minute, doctor? I thess want to tell you, honey, thet you never, even in yo' young days, looked ez purty to my eyes ez what you do right now. An' that boy is _yo' boy_, an' I ain't a-goin' to lay no mo' claim to 'im 'n to see thet you have yo' way with 'im--you hear? An' now good night, honey, an' go to sleep. * * * * * They wasn't nothin' lef for me to do but to come out here in this ol' woodshed where nobody wouldn't see me ac' like a plumb baby. An' now, seem like I _can't_ git over it! The idee o' me, fifty year ol', actin' like this! An' she knows it! An' she's got 'im--_a boy_--layin' in the bed 'longside 'er. "Mother an' child doin' well!" Lord, Lord! How often I've heerd that |
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