. Mammy 'mongst the wild nations of Europe. ? she asked, with withering scorn. He assured her that he wanted her to round theperfect dozen, and that she should be the ** fust ladyob de Ian, which, he told her, was nearly as big asthe whole United States. * Nuver! said Mammy, * not even to be MisQueen No. i. De You-nited States is good nough ferme, an thank de Lawd, when I gits back dere safeagin—whar gemman dont mek love to ladies defust day dey sets eyes on em, she added dis-gustedly to the abashed King of all the Willemankas.* Twarnt nuthin but dem cakes done it, nohow !Jes like a man ! and,
. Mammy 'mongst the wild nations of Europe. ? she asked, with withering scorn. He assured her that he wanted her to round theperfect dozen, and that she should be the ** fust ladyob de Ian, which, he told her, was nearly as big asthe whole United States. * Nuver! said Mammy, * not even to be MisQueen No. i. De You-nited States is good nough ferme, an thank de Lawd, when I gits back dere safeagin—whar gemman dont mek love to ladies defust day dey sets eyes on em, she added dis-gustedly to the abashed King of all the Willemankas.* Twarnt nuthin but dem cakes done it, nohow !Jes like a man ! and, with another threatening waveof the mallet, she stalked majestically across thelawn, her head up and her arms akimbo. King Willy looks as if hed had a stroke, saidDr. Irving, as he glanced up from the tea table in timeto discover His Royal Highness absently putting thecroquet balls, one by one, into the ample pockets ofhis Oriental robes. * He seems to be collecting sou-venirs of his visit, or pleasant recollections of his game f #l:f#. J^ j \ i 1 ^m «^- ^ ^j^iiML ^Cp vmm) w^ TV>ARN T NUTHIN BUT DEM CAKES DONE IT NOHOW. JES LIKE A :MAN zr- WEEK-END AT CASTLE BENBOW 237 with Mammy,* he added to the Marquis ;—* but lookat Mammy ! he exclaimed in consternation., as shewent trailing past like Queen Semiramis herself. ** Ye gods and little fishes ! I believe shes thrownhim over, or given him a crack with a mallet, he looksso dazed, continued the Professor, as the Kingturned off wearily, to hide his diminished turbanedhead behind a tall yew-hedge, and doubtless ask him-self in the language of a classic stanza, If it be I, asI hope it be? To be sure, he might have added consolingly, Iveeleven wives at home, and theyll know me! Butfancy coming to England, to be jilted by a commonunringed black woman from * Ferginny! No wonder it rankled in the royal breast, not tospeak of the loss forever of waffles, con-pome, andbuckwheat cakes. * My Kingdom ! my eleven wives! for a first-cla
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