didn't say another word to her about it, and I believe her, for Alvira won't lie.
So Miss Green Smythe wuz left with a anxious contemplation of the color of the light that wuz goin' to softly gild the heads of her guests as they talked of the cruel needs of the motherless, and, bein' took up with this, she hadn't time to worry about the evil glare of vile and corrupt words and ways, deceit and lies, and worse, that wuz fallin' on the heads of her own children.
But to resoom forwards agin. Maggie and I wuz settin' there calm and peaceful, and saw the colored nigger's countenance lookin' round dretful clever from his high seat.
Miss Green Smythe swep' up the neat gravel walk to the door, and in a few minutes entered the room. She is a kinder good natured little woman, but dretful wore out and haggard lookin' under the embellishments she uses to cover up the ravages of time and care and fashionable ambition and worry. She always dresses in the very height of fashion, but she has too many feathers and flowers and danglin' ends of ribbon to suit me.
I never took any fancy to her, though I spoze I ort to feel complimented on her comin' clear from New York to git Thomas Jefferson to try her lawsuit. Her present husband is a distant, a very distant, relation of ourn. But I don't spoze that makes any difference about her employin' Thomas J., I spoze it is his smartness that draws her. She is spendin' the summer at a summer hotel not fur off, she and her family, and she is tryin' to git some divorces for herself and one of her children. She don't want a divorce from Smith, Mr. Green Smythe gives her rope enough. I guess she feels
