“My goodness!” cried Mistah Mule. “That was my own self you done hear! I was laughin’.”
“You were laughing?” Master Meadow Mouse exclaimed, as if he couldn’t quite believe there was anybody, anywhere, that laughed in such a terrible fashion.
“Uh—huh!” said Mistah Mule. “I done laugh at ole Jim Crow.”
“You must mean old Mr. Crow,” Master Meadow Mouse observed.
“Uh—huh!” said Mistah Mule once more.
Master Meadow Mouse knew that he meant “Yes!”
XVII
MINDING HIS MOTHER
“What’s your name?” Master Meadow Mouse asked Mistah Mule.
Mistah Mule told him.
“I shouldn’t think you’d dare to laugh when you’re alone,” Master Meadow Mouse remarked.