An’ she took’d him an’ kissed him an’ rejoiced over him.
‘Now, my mammy, have somethin’ to eat an’ drink,’ says de little fox, ‘I got dem from my gran’father as I suspose it is.’
So he went tree times. An’ de secon’ time he wents, de ole witch began smellin’ a rat, an’ she says to the servants, ‘Don’t let dat little fox come heah no more; he’ll get worried.’
But he says, ‘I wants to see de noble leech,’ says de little fox.
‘You’ah werry plaguesome to de noble leech, my little fox.’
‘Oh! no, I’m not,’ he says.
De las’ time he comes, his moder dressed him in a beautiful robe of fine needlework. Now de noble leech comes up again to de little fox, an’ he says, ‘Who is youah mammy, my little fox?’
‘You wouldn’t know p’raps ef I wuz to tell you.’
An’ he says, ‘Who med you dat robe, my little fox?’
‘My mammy, to be shuah! who else should make it?’