He got his cue. Uncle Remus groaned heavily and shook his head. It was certainly reassuring for the child to be told that witches did n't trouble little boys, and that they committed their depredations outside of their own neighborhood. Man hang um by da' fier. Skin, 'e do swink, 'e do swivel.
E do wait.
Bumbye, 'e yeddy da' witch come. Skin 'e talk nuttin' 'tall. The little boy asked no more questions. He sat silent while the others talked, and then went to the door and looked out. It was very dark, and he returned to his stool with a troubled countenance.