"
"I already knows a lot," he boasted. "Tabernicle, he 'an'
Mercantile both been to school an' they learnt me an' Wilkes
Booth Lincoln. I knows crooked S, an' broken back K, an' curly
tail Q, an' roun' O, an' I can spell c-a-t cat, an' d-o-g dog an'
A stands fer apple."
That night he concluded his ever lengthy prayer at his
kinswoman's knee with:
"O Lord, please make for Aunt Minerva a little baby, make her two
of 'em. O Lord, if you got 'em to spare please make her three
little babies an' let 'em all be girls so's she can learn 'em how
to churn an' sew. An' bless Aunt Minerva and Major Minerva, f'r
ever 'nd ever. Amen."
As he rose from his knees he asked: "Aunt Minerva, do God work on
Sunday?"
"No-o," answered his relative, hesitatingly.
"Well, it look like He'd jest hafter work on Sunday, He's so
busy jest a-makin' babies. He makes all the niggers an' heathens
an' Injuns an' white chillens; I reckon He gits somebody to help
him. Don't you, Aunt Minerva?"
CHAPTER VII
RABBITS' AND OTHER EGGS
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