Skeeter wandered down to the shore of the little lake and sat down alone to think out some method of defeating Pap’s designs. After an hour Figger Bush found him by the glow of his cigarette, and came and sat beside him.
“De only way to bust Pap’s plans, Figger, is to marry dat fat Solly Skaggs to somebody else.”
“Who’ll take her?” Figger inquired.
“It’ll hab to be somebody dat ain’t married already,” Skeeter said.
“You’s de only onmarried man I knows, excusin’ Pap,” Figger giggled. “I guess you’ll hab to make de riffle.”
Skeeter considered this a moment in silence. Then he asked:
“Is she so awful fat as people says she is?”
“Ain’t you never seed her?” Figger exclaimed. “Honey, de half ain’t never yit been told! She’s been reg’lar to her meals ever since she wus borned, an’ her meals is been frequent an’ copious, an’ her vittles is agreed wid her too well! Come on, Skeeter, lemme interjuice you to yo’ future wife!”
Figger rose to his feet with eagerness. Skeeter shook his head and sighed.
“I wouldn’t choose any, Figger. I’d druther Pap Curtain would rival me out of bizzness.”