"
When he came into the dining-room he was a sight to gladden even
a prim old maid's heart. The water had curled his hair into
riotous yellow ringlets, his bright eyes gleamed, his beautiful,
expressive little face shone happily, and every movement of his
agile, lithe figure was grace itself.
"I sho' is hongry," he remarked, as he took his seat at the
breakfast table.
Miss Minerva realized that now was the time to begin her small
nephew's training; if she was ever to teach him to speak
correctly she must begin at once.
"William," she said sternly, "you must not talk so much like a
negro. Instead of saying `I sho' is hongry,' you should say,
`I am very hungry.' Listen to me and try to speak more
correctly."
"Don't! don't!" she screamed as he helped himself to the meat
and gravy, leaving a little brown river on her fresh white
tablecloth. "Wait until I ask a blessing; then I will help you
to what you want."
Billy enjoyed his breakfast very much. "These muffins sho' is--"
he began; catching his aunt's eye he corrected himself--"
"These muffins am very good.
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