Little Mr. Thimblefinger and His Queer Country

by Joel Chandler Harris

FOLLOWING LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER

“No, no,” replied Mr. Thimblefinger. “Below the spring and below the branch.”

“Do you mean under the spring?” Sweetest Susan inquired, with some hesitation.

“That’s it,” cried Mr. Thimblefinger. “Right down through the spring and under it.”

“Why, we’d drown,” said Sweetest Susan. “The spring is deep.”

“Well, you’ll ha’ ter ’skuze me,” exclaimed Drusilla. “Dat water’s too wet fer me.”

Buster John waited for an explanation, but none was forthcoming.

“We couldn’t go through the spring, you know,” he said presently.