“Iwish you’d tell me what you tote a hankcher fer,” remarked Uncle Remus, after he had reflected over the matter a little while. “Why, to keep my mouth clean,” answered the little boy. Uncle Remus looked at the lad, and shook his head do ... Read more

“Iwish you’d tell me what you tote a hankcher fer,” remarked Uncle Remus, after he had reflected over the matter a little while. “Why, to keep my mouth clean,” answered the little boy. Uncle Remus looked at the lad, and shook his head doubtfully. “Uh-uh!” he exclaimed. “You can’t fool folks when dey git ez ol’ ez what I is. I been watchin’ you now mo’ days dan I kin count, an’ I ain’t never see yo’ mouf dirty ’nuff fer ter be wiped wid a hankcher. It’s allers clean—too clean for ter suit me. Dar’s yo’ pa, now; when he wuz a little chap like you, his mouf useter git dirty in de mornin’ an’ stay dirty plum twel night. Dey wa’n’t sca’cely a day dat he didn’t look like he been playin’ wid de pigs in de stable lot. Ef he yever is tote a hankcher, he ain’t never show it ter me.” “He carries one now,” remarked the little boy with something like a triumphant look on his face. “Tooby sho’,” said Uncle Remus; “tooby sho’ he do. He start ter totin’ one when he tuck an’ tuck a notion fer ter go a-courtin’. It had his name in one cornder, an’ he useter sprinkle it wid stuff out’n a pepper-sauce bottle. It sho’ wuz rank, dat stuff wuz; it smell so sweet it make you fergit whar you live at. I take notice dat you ain’t got none on yone.” “No; mother says that cologne or any kind of perfumery on your handkerchief makes you common.” Uncle Remus leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and permitted a heart-rending groan to issue from his lips. The little boy showed enough anxiety to ask him what the matter was. “Nothin’ much, honey; I wuz des tryin’ fer ter count how many diffunt kinder people dey is in dis big worl’, an’ ’fo’ I got mo’ dan half done wid my countin’, a pain struck me in my mizry, an’ I had ter break off.” “I know what you mean,” said the child. “You think mother is queer; grandmother thinks so too.” “How come you to be so wise, honey?” Uncle Remus inquired, opening his eyes wide with astonishment. “I know by the way you talk, and by the way grandmother looks sometimes,” answered the little boy. Less