NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
en blow, money rattle en rattle, ’Oman cry en cry. ‘ Buzz-zoo- 
o-o-o-o!’ sez de win’; ‘ ClinkalinkI ’ sezde box; 6 Oh, gimme my 
money! 9 sez de ’Oman; ( 0 Lordy!' sezde Man. ’Omanyear de 
money, but look like she ain’t kin see, en she grope ’roun’, en 
grope ’roun’, en grope ’roun’ wid ’er han’ h’ist in de a’r des dis 
away.” 
Here ’Tildy stood up, pushed her chair back with her foot, 
raised her arms over her head, and leaned forward in the direction 
of Daddy Jack. 
“Win’ blow, fier flicker, money rattle, Man shake en shiver, 
’Oman grope ’roun’ en say, ‘Gim me my money! Oh, who got my 
money? ’ ” 
’Tildy advanced a few steps. 
“Money look like it gwine ter t’ar de tin box all ter flinders. 
’Oman grope en cry, grope en cry, tel bimeby she jump on de man 
en holler: — 
“'You got my money! ’ ” 
As she reached this climax, ’Tildy sprang at Daddy Jack and 
seized him, and for a few moments there was considerable con¬ 
fusion in the corner. The little boy was frightened, but the col¬ 
lapsed appearance of Daddy Jack convulsed him with laughter. 
The old African was very angry. His little eyes glistened with 
momentary malice, and he shook his cane threateningly at ’Tildy. 
The latter coolly adjusted her ear-rings, as she exclaimed: — 
“Dar, now! I know’d I’d git even wid de ole vilyun. Come 
a-callin’ me pidjin-toed!” 
“Better keep yo’ eye on ’im, chile,” said Aunt Tempy. “He 
’witch you, sho’.” 
“’Witch who? Ef he come witchin’ roun’ me, I lay I break his 
back. I tell you dat right pine-blank.” 
