“Baby, your grandmother! I am ’most a man an’ Josh is goin’ ter learn me how to say we uns an’ you uns like he does. He says his teacher an’ Gwen is tryin’ to make him talk properer, but he ain’t goin’ to talk no way but what his four bears talks. I wish I had four bears what could talk. I forgot to ask Josh to tell me about them bears but I will, some time.”
CHAPTER XIII.
THE AVENGING ANGEL.
“Josh,” said Lewis to the mountain boy, whose blue eyes had an extra twinkle in them that morning as he hitched his mule to a nearby pine tree, waiting for orders, “are you afraid of hornets?”
“Not if we uns kin git some kerosene smeared on in time.”
“Well, you smear on some kerosene in time and go get that hornet’s nest out of Susan’s room.”
“Well, bless Bob! How did you uns know we uns put it thar under her bed?”
“Never mind how I knew it. You just go and get it and take it far from the camp and then come back here and report for work.”
Josh winked at Josephus and went to do Mr. Somerville’s bidding.