"That mehopper."
The children turned with a look of interest.
"What's a mehopper?" Socky asked.
Sinth sat looking thoughtfully at her knitting.
"He steals folks' albums," said Sue, confidently, "an' he can run like a deer."
"Ain't a bit like a deer," Sinth responded. "He can't go nowhere but down-hill—that's why ye always find him in low places—an' he's so 'fraid folks won't see him that he swears an' talks about himself."
Sue looked at her aunt as if she thought her a woman of wonderful parts.
"He better look out for the Sundayman," Sinth continued.
"Who's the Sundayman?" they both asked.
"He's a wonderful hunter an' he ketches all the wicked folks," Sinth answered. "An' them that swears he makes 'em into mehoppers, an' them that does cruel things he turns their hearts into stones, an' them that steals he takes away everything they have, an' if anybody lies he makes a fool of 'em so they b'lieve their own stories, an' he takes an' marks the face of every one he ketches so if ye look sharp ye can always tell 'em."