“Getting hints about pumpkin-growing, Abe?”
“No, sonny; jes’ studying how to give spoon-food to infants, and you’ve come in time.”
The old man looked vexed. He suddenly rolled the paper into a ball, and threw it at a lizard.
“It’s mean!” he said; “danged mean!”
“What?”
He held out his hand, and I mechanically gave him my tobacco pouch.
“Ever been to England?” he said.
“Yes; you know I have.”
“Soh! Is the people there white?”
“Of course!”