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explanation had ever been made to the mother of that goose of a gate in our division fence; and as Georgiana had declined to accept the sign, I determined to show her that the gate could now stand for something else. So I said: “Mrs. Cobb, when you send your servants over for green corn, you can let them come through that little gate. It will be more convenient.”
Only, I was so angry and confused that I called her Mrs. Corn, and said that when she sent her little Cobbs over … my green servants, etc.
After Georgiana’s last treatment of me I resolved not to let her talk to me out of her window. So about nine o’clock this morning I took a Negro boy and set him to picking the berries, while I stood by, directing him in a deep, manly voice as to the best way of managing that intricate business. Presently I
