“The Lord loveth a cheerful kicker,” said the agent, looking down upon his young friend. Seeing the agent with pen in hand, Tommy led off,—
“Screen door, an’ skeeter bar on d’ winder.”
The agent wrote it as nearly as possible as Tommy gave the order.
“That’s so Jack kin sleep daytime,” he explained.
“Very well.”
“’Nother stool fur d’ table. That’s fur Mary—but yo’ need’n say so. She brings d’ dinner, an’ she’s got a’ eat same as men.”
“Yes.”
“New giers fur d’ mule, an’ scissors to cut his mane an’ tail.”
“Yes.”
“New oil can. De mule stepped on d’ ol’ one—but you need’n put that in d’ letter—tings is s’posed to wear out sometime.”