“What do you say to a ’coon?”
“Oh, they get into the hollow trees, where you can’t catch them.”
“Well then, a bear?”
“A bear!” I cried; “a real wild bear?”
“Ah, I thought that would set you off; but it arn’t a bear; they’re up among the hills.”
“What is it then? How you do hang back from telling!”
“Course I do. If I let you have it all at once, you wouldn’t enjoy it half so much.”
“Oh, I know,” I cried, “it’s going to fish after those ridiculous little terrapins, and they’re such horrid things to take off the hook.”
“Guess again.”
“Birds? An eagle?”