New dialogues and plays for little children, ages five to ten; adapted from the popular works of well-known authors

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ...his hat).--Well, now, marm, dat's what I can't tell you. Miss Amelia.--Why not? Do you not know? Uncle Wise.--Yes, marm, I knows, but (he puts his hand to his head, sinks to a chair and falls to thinking, while Miss Amelia watches him.) Miss Amelia (rings a bell and a servant appears).---Go bring the Doctor. I fear the poor old man is ill. Servant.--He was downstairs just now talking to that little girl. Miss Amelia.--Ask him to come up at once. (The servant goes out.) Uncle Wise.--Will my little lady be back soon? I want her to come with me. Miss Amelia.--Go with you.' Do you think that you, an old colored man, are the proper person to have the care of this child? She shall not leave my house until I deliver her to her relations. Uncle Wise.--Well, lady, the good Lord's will be done; but de marster, her grandfather, would have trusted her with me to de ends of de earth. Enter Doctor. Doctor.--Ah, Miss Amelia, this is Uncle Wise, I take it. (He looks at Uncle Wise keenly.) Still got a little fever about you, I see. Uncle Wise.--Yes, seh, I'm gettin' ole an' am gwine to de blessed home pretty soon, I reckon. Miss Amelia.--Doctor, do get him to tell us everything about the child. Doctor (drawing a chair near to Uncle Wise).--Do you hear, Uncle Wise? She wishes you to tell us of the relations of your little mistress. Uncle Wise.--Yes, seh, that is whut I'm minded to do. I'm feelin' mighty weak an' troubled in my mine 'bout the chile. Doctor.--Well, then, begin immediately. Uncle Wise.--I wuz a-thinkin' that I might begin when Marse Henry an' me wuz boys. I like to think of dat good time. Doctor.--No. That was before the war, and you are not strong. Begin after the war. Uncle Wise.--Well, now, let me see. Did I tell you 'bout when Marse Henry an' his daughter E...