“‘Here I is. W’at you want wid me?’ en off he went like sump’n wuz arter ’im.
“He sailed ’roun’, old Brer Rabbit did, en arter he make sho dat nobody ain’t foller’n ’im, inter de spring-’ouse he bounces, en dar he stays twel he git a bait er butter. Den he santer on back en go to wuk.
“‘Whar you bin?’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.
“‘I hear my chilluns callin’ me,’ says Brer Rabbit, sezee, ’en I hatter go see w’at dey want. My ole ’oman done gone en tuck mighty sick,’ sezee.
“Dey wuk on twel bimeby de butter tas’e so good dat ole Brer Rabbit want some mo’. Den he raise up his head, he did, en holler out,—
“‘Heyo! Wait! I’m a comin’!’ en off he put.
“Dis time he stay right smart while, en w’en he git back Brer Fox ax him whar he bin.
“‘I bin ter see my ole ’oman, en she’s a sinkin’,’ sezee.
“Dreckly Brer Rabbit hear um callin’ ’im ag’in, en off he goes, en dis time, bless yo’ soul, he gets de butter out so clear dat he kin see hisse’f in de bottom er de bucket. He scrape it clean en lick it dry, en den he go back ter wuk lookin’ mo’ samer den a nigger w’at de patter-rollers bin had holt up.
“‘How’s yo’ ole ’oman dis time?’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.