Ignorant enough, and careless and onthinkin’ enough, Heaven knows, but still there wuz a change for the better.
Little Snow, sweet angel that she wuz, never tired of flittin’ down the pleasant path bordered with glossy-leaved oleanders and magnolias, to the little whitewashed cottage, to carry dainties to Rosy sent by Maggie, and to baby Dan when he got large enough to comprehend her kindness.
And it wuz a pretty sight to see Snow’s rose-sweet face and golden curls nestlin’ down by baby Dan’s little ebony countenance.
“YOU CAN REPAIR YOUR DWELLIN’ HOUSE.”
CHAPTER VIII.
HOW true it is that though you may move the body round from place to place, you can’t move round or move away from the emotions of the soul that are firm and stabled.
You can change your climate, you can repair your dwellin’ house, you can fill your teeth and color your hair, but you can’t make a ardent, enthusiastic man into a sedate and stiddy one, or chain down a ambitious one and make him forget his goles.