“Huh,” he grunted, “I’d rather be a fishin’ worm dan a nigger wid one dollar an’ one cent.”
Suddenly he looked at the fishing worm with a new interest. It was twisting and turning upon the copper coin evidently wishing to get off, but every time it touched the silver dollar it retreated to the copper coin again.
Drawn by E. W. Kemble.
The pie-faced sorrel with the snake-bitten leg.
“Dis worm ’pears like it’s skeart of dis dollar,” Shin muttered.
He flicked the worm into the grass with his finger nail, slipped his two coins in the upper breast pocket of his coat, then arose and walked slowly up the street.
At the nearest corner he met Whiffle Boone, dressed like a sun-burst, and on her way to the fair.
“You ain’t lookin’ so powerful peart, Shinny,” she said.
“Ef I looks like I feels, you better git de sheriff to put me in a cage,” was Shin’s reply.