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apron, and was always glad when she could amuse and entertain them. One evening Dumps and Tot stole off from Mammy, and ran as fast as the

garments of worsted and silk and muslin and lace and tarlatan and calico

, examining the bundles laid out; "de suds'll tuck all de color out'n 'em; s'p

tle stools, and gave each of the children a cold iron. And, kneeling down, so as to get at their wo

esently, "could'n yer tell

o' an' mo' eb'y time dey hyears hit;" and she laughed slyly, for she was the only one on the plantation wh

de little beas'es, like snakes an' frogs an' wums an' tarrypins an' bugs, an' all sich ez dat, he wur er mole dat year! an' he wuz blin' in bof 'is eyes, jes same like any udder mole; an', somehow, h

eddy how wuz he fur

d be years pun top er years befo' he'd git ter de crick, an' so he made up in 'is min' dat he'd let somebody git it fur 'im. Den, bein' ez he wuz de king, an' could grant any kin' er

le yearth wuz er movin'; eb'ythin

de birds dey 'lowed ter git dar fus', on 'count er fly'n so fas'; but den de little stone wuz i

erhead, dey did, an' dey seed Nancy Jane O. Den dey hearts 'gun ter sink, an' dey gin right up, caze dey knowed she'd outfly eb'ything on de road. An' by'mby de crow, wat

ter ax 'er ter de feas'. Well, mun, de lark he nearly kill hese'f er flyin'. He flew an'

r 'er wing. Den de lark spoke up, an', sezee, 'Sis Nancy Jane O,' sezee, 'we birds is gwinter gin er big feas', caze we'll be sho' ter win de race any how, an' bein' ez we've flew'd so long an' so fur, wy we're gwine ter stop an' res' er sp

ancy Jane O wuz er eatin' an' er stuffin' herse'f wid wums an' seeds, an' one thing er nudder, de blue jay he slope up behin' 'er, an' tied 'er fas' ter er little bush. An' dey all l

he pulled an' she jerked an' she stretched ter git er loose, but de string wuz so strong, an' de bush wuz so

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unawaya. He sez ter hisse'f, sezee, 'Wat's dat I

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-flyin' bird dey is?' sezee; 'wat ail 'long yer, chile? wat yer cryin

de crick ter run down. An' now, s'posin' I wuz ter ontie yer, Nancy Jane O, could yer tuck me on yer back an' cyar me ter de crick? an' den we'd hab de sho' thing on de gol'-stone, caze soon's eber we git dar, I'll git it, an' we'll cyar it bof terg

ck.' Den de frog he clum on her back an' ontied her, an' she flopped her wings an' started off. Hit wuz mighty hard flyin' wid dat big frog on her back; but Nancy Jane O wuz er flyer, mu

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', but Nancy Jane O, spite er all dey could do, she gaint on 'em, an' ole

an' pres'nly Nancy Jane O shot erhead clean befo' all de res'; an' we

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did, an' he wave his han' roun

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' simmon-bush close ter de crick, an' Pigunawaya he slipt off, he did, an' he hist up his feet, an' he gin er jump, kerchug he went down inter de water; an' by'mby hyear he come wid

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' de frog he felt so big, caze he'd got de stone, tell he stood up on Nancy Jane

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dat made him clutch on ter Po' Nancy Jane O, an' down

is head all ter pieces; an' Po' Nancy Jane O sunk do

the stone, Aunt

got dat stone, he could er seen out'n his eyes befo' now. But I ain't got no

n't care for company; and Dumps and Tot, seeing that sh

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