Miss Minerva and William Green Hill
Calhoun, Frances Boyd, 1867-1909
English
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MISS MINERVA AND WILLIAM GREEN HILL
BY FRANCES BOYD CALHOUN
MISS MINERVA and
WILLIAM GREEN HILL
CHAPTER I
A SCANDALIZED VIRGIN
The bus drove up to the gate and stopped under the electric
street-light. Perched on the box by the big, black negro driver
sat a little boy whose slender figure was swathed in a huge rain
coat.
Miss Minerva was on the porch waiting to receive him.
"Mercy on me, child," she said, "what on earth made you ride up
there? Why didn't you get inside?"
"I jest wanted to ride by Sam Lamb," replied the child as he was
lifted down. "An' I see a nice fat little man name' Major--"
"He jes' wouldn' ride inside, Miss Minerva," interrupted the
driver, quickly, to pass over the blush that rose to the
spinster's thin cheek at mention of the Major. "Twan't no use
fer ter try ter make him ride nowhars but jes' up by me. He jes'
'fused an' 'fused an' 'sputed an' 'sputed; he jes' tuck ter me
f'om de minute he got off 'm de train an' sot eyes on me; he am
one easy chile ter git 'quainted wid; so, I jes' h'isted him up
by me. Here am his verlise, ma'am."
"Good-bye, Sam Lamb," said the child as the negro got back on the
box and gathered up the reins. "I'll see you to-morrer."
Miss Minerva imprinted a thin, old-maid kiss on the sweet,
childish mouth. "I am your Aunt Minerva," she said, as she
picked up his satchel.
The little boy carelessly drew the back of his hand across his
mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you wiping my kiss off?"
"Naw 'm," he replied, "I's jest a--I's a-rubbin' it in, I
reckon."
"Come in, William," and his aunt led the way through the wide
hall into w big bedroom.
"Billy, ma'am," corrected her nephew.
"William," firmly repeated Miss Minerva. "You may have been
called Billy on that plantation where you were allowed to run
wild with the negroes, but your name is William Green Hill and
I shall insist upon your being called by it."
She stooped to help him off with his coat, remarking as she did
so, "What a big overcoat; it is several sizes too large for you."
"Darned if 'tain't," agreed the child promptly.
"Who taught you such a naughty word?" she asked in a horrified
voice. "Don't you know it is wrong to curse?"
"You call that cussin'?" came in scornful tones from the little
boy. "You don't know cussin' when you see it; you jest oughter
hear ole Uncle Jimmy-Jawed Jup'ter, Aunt Cindy's husban'; he'll
show you somer the pretties' cussin' you ever did hear."
"Who is Aunt Cindy?"
"She's the colored 'oman what 'tends to me ever sence me an'
Wilkes Booth Lincoln's born, an' Uncle Jup'ter is her husban'
an' he sho' is a stingeree on cussin'. Is yo' husban' much of
a cusser?" he inquired.
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