"'WELL, I VUM!'"
"There's another passenger," she said, firmly; "an' them as takes me takes him."
"Have you got your granddaddy along?"
"No, siree, but I've got somethin' mos' as good as a granddaddy, an' I'd thank you to keep a straight tongue when you speak of him."
The young man put the offending tongue in his cheek, and chuckled enjoyably as the small, elfish figure disappeared in the wood. Presently she returned with a good-sized bundle in her arms, that she thrust through the fence.
"Give it a name," said the young man; "why, see how it's wiggling—must be some kind of an animal. Cat, weasel, rabbit, hen, dog—"
"Stop there," she ejaculated; "let it be dog. His name's Gippie."