“Yass,” says Ole. “She bane him.” Then they both threw back their heads and laughed so loud they must have frightened birds a quarter of a mile away.
“Where’s Uncle Hieronymous?” I asked again.
They didn’t pay a bit of attention to me, but kept on looking at us and at each other.
“They come in a leetle boat,” says Ole.
“Yass, in leetle boat.”
“Down the river,” says Ole.
“Sure. She bane come down dat river. Two poy. Py Jimminy!”
“Where’s Uncle Hieronymous?” I asked again, getting sort of mad. Nobody likes to ask questions and get no attention paid them. But Ole and Jerry seemed to think it was so funny we should come down the river in a little boat they didn’t have much time to give answers. After a while they did answer, though.
“Hieronymous?” says Ole. “Oh, yass. He bane work here.”
Jerry bobbed his head. “Sure. He work here.”