'Lindy takes his dinner out
Wher' he's workin'—roun' about.—
Wunst he et his dinner, spread
In our ole wheel-borry-bed.
Ponchus Pilut says "'at's not
His right name,—an' done fergot
What his sho'-nuff name is now—
An' don' matter none nohow!"
Yes, an' Ponchus he'ps Pa, too,
When our butcherin's to do,
An' scalds hogs—an' says "Take care
'Bout it, er you'll set the hair!"
Yes, an' out in our back-yard
He he'ps 'Lindy rendur lard;
An', wite in the fire there, he
Roast' a pig-tail wunst fer me.—
An' ist nen th'ole tavurn-bell
Rung, down town, an' he says "Well!—
Hear dat! Lan' o' Canaan, Son,
Aint dat bell say 'Pig-tail done!'
—'Pig-tail done!
Go call Son!—
Tell dat
Chile dat
Pig-tail done!'"
THE WOLF AT SUSAN'S DOOR
BY ANNE WARNER
"Well, Lucy has got Hiram!"