“That’s what I’ve started to do, if I don’t run off the track or bust my b’iler,” was the characteristic reply.
“Will yo’ please mail dis lub letter fur me?”
The man accepted the envelope and squinted at it.
“I don’t see any stamp onto it.”
Bunk handed him a quarter of a dollar.
“If yo’ will put a stamp on it yo’ may keep de change.”
“All right, sonny, I’ll act as mail carrier all day at them rates.”
“And yo’ mustn’t say nuffin ’bout it to nobody.”
The man promised and went on his way.