Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-18
At The Big House.
Brother Squirrel and Molly Hare.
Copyright by the Bobbs- Merrin Company

Copyright by the Bobbs- Merrill Company
Nov, den." said Aunt Nancy, when she
had finished the story of the Founder, IT
reckon y'all done had nun fer dis night,
ism your
mo. we haven't" said Ned. with an in
jured air. You said you'd tell two tonight
If we were good; and so didn't do lots of
things wanted to- and was careful about
getting over the fences and only snagged
my trousers once. just a teenty little hole"
And l only took one piece of pie for d.n-
ner; said No, thank YOU when they Of
fered me another, but l wanted 1t all the
time" said Janey, land there were lots of
things / could have done IL 1 hadn't been
trying to behave. and I'll go and do 'em to-
morrow If you don't do what you said you
would
The old woman looked at Janey over her
huge, brass-rimmed spectacles with as Sc
we're an expression as her good-natured face
could assume
"Well. ain de one gwfne be hurt by yo
nortiness,'' she said, ''but eff done promuss
you two tales den / gwine gin you two,
'kase l ain gwine back on my wu'd even
wen chillen acs kind er uppish wild me an
gifts ter talkin' onmannerly. Dis tale IS
bout Brer SOUL an Mis- Molly Hyar', an
hit wuz telled ter me by de same man whar
tell me bout de Founder an turr fishes.
He say dat in de OF, OIL times Mis- Molly
Hyar' useter wunner Wy 'twuz wen her an
Brer SOUL look so much lax one nu'rr, dat
he live up in tree an she live down on de
groun'. Use ev'y bit ez good ez he is, she
say ter husse'f. I spose he feel mighty
biggitty 'kase he live up dar in de tree. an
1 reckon he kind er look down on groun'-
walkers LAX me. But boun' you 1 gwine
teck him down a peg er two mex time see
i'm Mis- able III skeezicks! So proud er
dat bushy tail dat he all time r'arin' hit up
clean over his haid so's't folks kin see hit
she tax dat-a-way ,kase she right tetchy
bout her own tail whar got nipt off shawl
one'r dem times wen she wuz up ter some
NY her 'havishness.
Las, one day, she met up wild i'm at de
foot Nv a tree. He wuz settin' up gnorrin'
| a nut an turnin' hit roun' an roun in his
iii paws. She Stop an squat down on her
| ha' inches an pass de time er day wild i'm.
Howdy Brer SOUL she say, an he stop
gnorrin' an hilt de nut in one Ill paw an
'spon', 'Howdy, ma'am howdy,' 'kase he
wuz mighty mannerly lii Teller an DON
go on eatin' w'iles dar wuz lady roun'.
Den he say: Mis- Molly, won't you
please, ma'am, come up ter my house in de
tree an mex yose'f comf'ble an at home?
be proud ter see you in my house. ma am
Nav, thanky suh,' seq she; L come
right fur ways today, an 1 ain feel ekal
wuz, Brer SOUL She talk dat-a-away 'kase
she ain wanter let on dat she want use
ter climbin trees.
"Pres'n'y. she say, sort er snitiin
dH luiHiu up IeE HOSe dil uc lIiuc
she talkin: Brer SOUL, you, an me
sut'n look sump'n lax nu'rr, but seem
ter me hits ony skin deep: we ain ac
muffin t all de same. You eats nuts an
1 eats gyardin-truck; you lives in a hole In
de tree, an dives in a hole in de groun'; ;
an 1 reckon kin do a heap er things you
KANT do. Pears ter me bout de on'ies
thing you kin do is ter run up a tree
"Brer SOUL he drap de nut an hang bofe
paws kind er meek an humble, an he say,
sezee: Fur be hit fun me ter say dat Is
de ekar NV nice lady lax Mis- Molly Hyar.
But please a'am. ter show me some er de
things you kin do 'kase 1 done year tell
dat you is a monst'ous spry CONAN.
Molly she Singer at dat an say: 'Glong
way fun yer, Brer SOUL, wat you wanter
bamboozle po' CONAN fer, wild yo' fatter-
some wu'ds? You men-folks orter be
Shame er yo'se'f; deed you ort.'
SOUL he say, sezee: 'Wellum, you kin