The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1912-03-21
"what Done Now?" Asked the Boy InnooentIy

Instead of saying sho' is hongry,
you should say, I am very hungry
Listen to me and try to speak more
correctly"
"Don'tl don't!" she screamed as he
helped himself to the meat and gravy,
leaving a little brown river on her
fresh white tablecloth. wait until
| ask a blessing; then / will help you
to what you want"
Billy enjoyed his breakfast very
much. "These mullins sho' is" he
began; catching his aunt's eye he cor
rected himself: These mullins am
very good"
These. mullins are very good" said
Miss Minerva patiently.
did you ever eat any bobbycued
rabbit" he asked. ME an Wilkes
Booth Lincoln been eatin' chit'lins, an
sweet 'taters, an 'possum, an squir-
rel, an hoe-cake, an Brunswick stew
ever sence we's born" was his proud
announcement.
use your napkin" commanded she,
land don't fill your mouth so full"
The little boy flooded his plate with
strip.
"These-here 1asses sho' is" he be-
gan, but instantly remembering that
he must be more particular In his
speech, he stammered out:
"These-here sho' is-am-are a nice
messer'lasses. l amt never eat sech
good bait. They sho' isl aimed to
say-these 'lasses sho' are bird;
they's mother sight tastier'n sorghum.
an Aunt Cindy lows that sorghum is
the very penurity of niger"
She did not again correct him.
IL must be very patient" she
thought, land go very slowly. | must
not expect too much of him at first"
After breakfast Miss Minerva, who
would not keep a servant, preferring
to do her own work, tied big cook
apron around the little boys neck, and
told him to churn while she washed
the dishes. This arrangement did not
suit Billy.
Boys don't churn," he said sullen-
ly; me an Wilkes Booth Lincoln DON
never have to churn sence we'S born;
'omans has to churn an | amt a-going
to. Major Minerva-he amt never
churn," he began belligerently, but his
relative turned an uncompromising
and rather perturbed back upon him.
Realizing that he was beaten, he sub
mitted to his fate, clutched the dasner
angrily, and began his weary work.
He was glad his little black friend
did not witness his disgrace.
AS he thought of Wilkes Booth Lin
coin the big tears came into his eyes
and rolled down his cheeks; he leaned
way over the churn and the great glis-
tening tears splashed right into the
hole made for the dasher, and rolled
into the milk.
Billy grew Interested at once and
laughed aloud; he puckered up his
face and tried to weep again, for he
wanted more tears to fall into the
churn; but the tears refused to come
and he couldn't squeeze another one
out of his eyes.
Aunt Minerva" he said mischiev-
ously. 81 done ruint yo' buttermilk."
What have you done?" she in
quired.
Its done ruint," he replied, you'll
halter th'ow 1t away; faint fifteen fer
nothin.' | done cried bout a bucket
full in it."
why did you cry?" asked Miss MI
nerva calmly. Don't you like to
work."
s"Yes'm, jes' loves to work: wish
n had time to work all the time. But
it makes my belly ache to churn-l
got a awful pain right now"
"Churn on!" she commanded I'M
alphabetically.
He grabbed the dasher and churned
vigorously for one minute.
81 reckon the buffers done come"
he announced, resting from his labors.
1T hasn't begun to come yet" re-
piled tn exasperated woman. Don't
waste so- much time. William"
The child churned in silence for the
space of two minutes, and suggested:
"It's time to. put hot water in it; Aunt
Cindy always puts hot water in it..
Lemme git some fer you"
II never put Tot water in my milk. !"
said she, sit makes the butter puffy.
Work more and talk less, William"
Again there was brief silence,
broken only by the sound or the
dasher humping against the bottom
of the churn, and the rattle OF the
dishes.
Il sho' is tired" he presently re-
marked. heaying deep sigh. my
arms is bout give out, Aunt Minerva.