Hit'll pay you mo' dan
politics, an' ef you stan's up like you oughter, hit'll las'
longer dan a bone-fellum. But you wanter have one er deze yer
ole-time grips, an' you des gotter shet yo' eyes an' swing on
like wunner deze yer bull-tarrier dogs."
"Oh, I'm goin' to stick, Uncle Remus. You kin put your money on
dat. Deze town boys can't play no more uv dere games on me. I'm
fixed. Can't you lend me a dime, Uncle Remus, to buy me a pie?
I'm dat hongry dat my stomach is gittin' ready to go in mo'nin."
Uncle Remus eyed Charley curiously a moment, while the latter
looked quietly at his timber toe. Finally, the old man sighed and
spoke:
"How long is you bin in de chu'ch, son?"
"Mighty near a week," replied Charley.
"Well, lemme tell you dis, now, 'fo' you go enny fudder. You ain't
bin in dar long nuff fer ter go 'roun' takin' up conterbutions.
Wait ontwell you gits sorter seasoned like, an' den I'll hunt
'roun' in my cloze an' see ef I can't run out a thrip er two fer
you. But don't you levy taxes too early."
Charley laughed, and said he would let the old man off if he
would treat to a watermelon.
XVII. AS TO EDUCATION
As Uncle Remus came up Whitehall Street recently, he met a little
colored boy carrying a slate and a number of books.
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