"I sho' is tired," he presently remarked, heaving a deep sigh.
"My arms is 'bout give out, Aunt Minerva. Ole Aunt Blue-Gum
Tempy's Peruny Pearline see a man churn with his toes; lemme git
a chair an' see if I can't churn with my toes."
"Indeed you shall not," responded his annoyed relative
positively.
"Sanctified Sophy knowed a colored 'oman what had a little dog
went roun' an' roun' an' churn fer her," remarked Billy after a
short pause. "If you had a billy goat or a little nanny I could
hitch him to the churn fer you ev'ry day."
"William," commanded his aunt, "don't say another word until you
have finished your work."
"Can't I sing?" he asked.
She nodded permission as she went through the open door into the
dining-room.
Returning a few minutes later she found him sitting astride the
churn, using the dasher so vigorously that buttermilk was
splashing in every direction, and singing in a clear, sweet voice:
"He'll feed you when you's naked,
The orphan stear he'll dry,
He'll clothe you when you's hongry
An' take you when you die.
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