"Lor', chil'en, ef yer washes deze fine close yer'll ruint 'em," said
Aunt Edy, examining the bundles laid out; "de suds'll tuck all de
color out'n 'em; s'posin' yer jes press 'em out on de little stool
ober dar wid er nice cole iun,"
"Yes, that's the very thing," said Dumps; and Aunt Edy folded some
towels, and laid them on the little stools, and gave each of the
children a cold iron. And, kneeling down, so as to get at their work
conveniently, the little girls were soon busy smoothing and pressing
the things they had brought.
"Aunt Edy," said Dumps, presently, "could'n yer tell us 'bout Po'
Nancy Jane O?"
"Dar now!" exclaimed Aunt Edy; "dem chil'en nuber is tierd er hyearn'
dat tale; pyears like dey like hit mo' an' mo' eb'y time dey hyears
hit;" and she laughed slyly, for she was the only one on the
plantation who knew about "Po' Nancy Jane O," and she was pleased
because it was such a favorite story with the children.
"Once pun er time," she began, "dar wuz er bird name' Nancy Jane O,
an' she wuz guv up ter be de swif'es'-fly'n thing dar wuz in de a'r.
Well, at dat time de king uv all de fishes an' birds, an' all de
little beas'es, like snakes an' frogs an' wums an' tarrypins an' bugs,
an' all sich ez dat, he wur er mole dat year! an' he wuz blin' in bof
'is eyes, jes same like any udder mole; an', somehow, he had hyear
some way dat dar wuz er little bit er stone name' de gol'-stone, way
off fum dar, in er muddy crick, an' ef'n he could git dat stone, an'
hol' it in his mouf, he could see same ez anybody.
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