IN SOME LADY’S GARDEN 
come back fum a big frolic. Brer Rabbit know he time cornin’, 
en he keep bofe eye open en bofe years h’ist up. Nex’ mawnin’ 
atter Brer Wolf git back fum de big frolic, Brer Rabbit see ’im 
come outer de house en go down de spring atter bucket water. 
Brer Rabbit, he slip up, he did, en he look in. Ole Miss Wolf, she 
’uz sailin’ ’roun’ fryin’ meat en gittin’ brekkus, en dar hangin’ 
’cross er cheer wuz Brer Wolf wes’cut where he keep he money- 
pus. Brer Rabbit rush up ter do’ en pant lak he mighty nigh fag 
out. He rush up, he did, en he sing out: — 
“ ‘Mawnin’, Sis Wolf, mawnin’! Brer Wolf sont me atter de 
shavin’-brush, w’ich he keep it in dat ar money-pus w’at I ’loant 
’im.’ 
“Sis Wolf, she fling up ’er han’s en let um drap, en she laugh en 
say, sez she: — 
“ ‘I ’clar’ ter gracious, Brer Rabbit! You gimme sech a tu’n, 
dat I ain’t got room ter be perlite skacely.’ 
“But mos’ ’fo’ she gits de wuds out’n ’er mouf, Brer Rabbit 
done grab de money-pus en gone!” 
“Which way did he go, Uncle Remus?” the little boy asked, 
after a while. 
“Well, I tell you dis,” Uncle Remus responded emphatically, 
“Brer Rabbit road ain’t lay by de spring; I boun’ you dat!” 
Presently ’Tildy put her head in the door to say that it was 
bedtime, and shortly afterward the child was dreaming that 
Daddy Jack was Mammy-Bammy Big-Money in disguise. 
XXXI 
“IN SOME LADY’S GARDEN” 
When the little boy next visited Uncle Remus the old man was 
engaged in the somewhat tedious operation of making shoe-pegs. 
Daddy Jack was assorting a bundle of sassafras roots, and Aunt 
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