. Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his queer country : what the children saw and heard there . THIMBLEFINGER. Aint I wake ? How kin I fee any wakeitfhen I m wake ? Oh, is dat you, honey ? Iwuz skeerd t was dat HP bit er oF she gone ? Las time I seed her she wuzdes walkin roun here like she wuz gwine tertromple on me. I laid low, I did. Sweetest Susan clasped her hands together andcried : Oh, was nt it a dream, Drusilla ? Didit all happen sure enough ? Drusilla shook her head wildly. How kinwe bofe have de same kind er dream ? I seedde oman gwine on, en you seed er gwineon. Uh-uh! Dont ta
. Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his queer country : what the children saw and heard there . THIMBLEFINGER. Aint I wake ? How kin I fee any wakeitfhen I m wake ? Oh, is dat you, honey ? Iwuz skeerd t was dat HP bit er oF she gone ? Las time I seed her she wuzdes walkin roun here like she wuz gwine tertromple on me. I laid low, I did. Sweetest Susan clasped her hands together andcried : Oh, was nt it a dream, Drusilla ? Didit all happen sure enough ? Drusilla shook her head wildly. How kinwe bofe have de same kind er dream ? I seedde oman gwine on, en you seed er gwineon. Uh-uh! Dont talk ter me bout nodreams. The whole matter was settled when Buster Johncried out from the next room : What fuss wasthat you were making in there last night, squeal-ing and squeaking ? The matter was soon explained to Buster John.,and after breakfast the children went out and saton the big wood-pile and talked it all over. Theboy asked a hundred questions, but still his curi*osity was not satisfied. All this time the birds were singing in thetrees and the wood-sawyers sawing in the pine. SWEETEST SUSAN WAKING UP MR. THIMBLEFINGERS QUEER COUNTRY. fogs. Jo-reeter, jo-reeter, jo-ree ! sang the birds*Draik, craik, craik, went the wood-sawyers. There are fifty dozen of them/ said BusterJohn. Fifty-five thousand you d better say, repliedSweetest Susan. Just listen ! No needs ter listen/ cried Drusilla. You dhear era ef you plugged up yo years. Buster John put his knife-blade under a thickpiece of pine bark and pried it up to find oneof the busy sawyers. The bark was strong, butpresently it seemed to come up of its own accord,and out jumped the queerest little man they hadever seen or even heard of except in make-believestory-books. Buster John dropped his knife,and down it went into the wood-pile. He couldhear it go rattling from log to log nearly to thebottom, Sweetest Susan gave a little sat bolt upright and exclaimed: — You all better come en go see yo ina. I)7ant
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