"None at all."
"Uh, huh. So dis yere is de J dat I'se hearn so much erbout. An' yere's er nuder one. I tell you dis yere book couldn' git er long widout de J. Whut's dis yere one?"
"That is an S," Potter replied.
"Is you sho it is er S?"
"Yes."
"Wall, wall; so yere's de S dat's been er dodgen me fur sich er long time; but I got him now."
"Here is an L," said Potter.
"I doan kere nothin' 'bout dat," Alf said, closing the book. "I wouldn' git outen de way ef I wuz ter meet er L in de road. De J an' de S wuz whut I was airter."
"Do you not want to know the other letters?"
"No, sah; I dun got ernuff. Airter wile, ef de J an S wars out, I mout call fur some more, but I'se fixed ez long ez da lasts. Jule, wouldn' you like ter know er bout de J?"