"
"Uncle Bob," said Dumps, thoughtfully, "s'posin' they wuz some little
girls l-o-n-g time ergo what stole ernuther little girl outn the
winder, an' then run'd erway, an' waded in er ditch, what they Mammy
never would let 'em; efn er jay bird would see 'em, would he tell the
deb'l nuthin erbout it?"
"Lor', honey, dat 'ud be jes nuts fur 'im; he'd light right out wid
it; an' he wouldn't was'e no time, nuther, he'd be so fyeard he'd
furgit part'n it."
"I don't see none 'bout hyear," said Dumps, looking anxiously up at
the trees. "They don't stay 'bout hyear much does they, Uncle Bob?"
"I seed one er sittin' on dat sweet-gum dar ez I come up de ditch,"
said Uncle Bob. "He had his head turnt one side, he did, er lookin'
mighty hard at you chil'en, an' I 'lowed ter myse'f now I won'er wat
is he er watchin' dem chil'en fur? but, den, I knowed you chil'en
wouldn't do nuffin wrong, an' I knowed he wouldn't have nuffin fur ter
tell."
"Don't he never make up things an' tell 'em?" asked Dumps.
"I ain't neber hyeard boutn dat," said the old man. "Efn he do, or efn
he don't, I can't say, caze I ain't neber hyeard; but de bes' way is
fur ter keep 'way fum 'em."
"Well, I bet he do," said Dumps. "I jes bet he tells M-O-O-O-R-E
S-T-O-R-I-E-S than anybody.
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