"Fust letter says, 'Ah knowed Wilecat goin' on ten yeahs, an' he don't drink.' Nex' letter say, 'Wilecat jined de church when he wuz four yeahs old an' bin a soldier ob de Lawd eveh since.' Nex' letter say, 'Boy got to take keer ob his wife, mother an' father, an' six small chillen.' Nex' letter say, 'Wilecat sho' beats de worl' fo' readin', writin', an' 'rithmetic.'"
"Backslid, you knows Ah kain't read."
"'At don't make no difference. Letter says so, don't it? Last letter says you's honest, industrious, an reli'ble."
"How come you so friendly wid dat Democrat letter-writin' boy?"
"How come 'Democrat'?"
"F'm whut you says he's champion liar ob de world. Sounds Democrat to me. Don' make no difference, though—just so's I gits de job."
CHAPTER VII
Zing!
The owner of the red fez and the night-blooming hiccoughs craved another pillow and a table. The Wildcat delivered the table and fixed it into place. He returned to the linen closet to retrieve a pillow case therefrom. When the door opened, Lily the mascot goat, tired of the dark confines of her retreat, burst forth and galloped down the aisle of the car.
The Wildcat abandoned his pillow case industry and spent the next two minutes in rounding up his protégé.