IN SOME LADY’S GARDEN 
wuz a man, en dish yer man he had a gyardin. He had a gyardin, 
en he had a little gal fer ter min’ it. I don’t ’speck dish yer 
gyardin wuz wide lak Miss Sally gyardin, but hit ’uz lots longer. 
Hit ’uz so long dat it run down side er de big road, ’cross by de 
plum thicket, en back up de lane. Dish yer gyardin wuz so nice 
en long dat it tuck’n ’track de ’tention er Brer Rabbit; but de 
fence wuz built so close en so high, dat he can’t git in nohow he 
kin fix it.” 
“Oh, I know about that!” exclaimed the little boy. “The man 
catches Brother Rabbit and ties him, and the girl lets him loose 
to see him dance.” 
Uncle Remus dropped his chin upon his bosom. He seemed to 
be humbled. 
“Sis Tempy,” he said, with a sigh, “you’ll hatter come in some 
time w’en we ain’t so crowded, en I’ll up en tell ’bout Billy 
Malone en Miss Janey.” 
■ “ That was n’t the story I heard, Uncle Remus,” said the little 
boy. “Please tell me about Billy Malone and Miss Janey.” 
“Ah-yi!” exclaimed Uncle Remus, with a triumphant smile; 
“I ’low’d maybe I wa’n’t losin’ de use er my ’membunce, en sho’ 
nuff I ain’t. Now, den, we ’ll des wuk our way back en start fa’r en 
squar’. One time dey wuz a man, en dish yer man he had a gyardin 
en a little gal. De gyardin wuz chock full er truck, en in de maw- 
nin’s, w’en de man hatter go off, he call up de little gal, he did, en 
tell ’er dat she mus’ be sho’ en keep ole Brer Rabbit outer de 
gyardin. He tell ’er dis eve’y mawnin’; but one mawnin’ he tuck 
en forgit it twel he git ter de front gate, en den he stop en holler 
back:— 
“‘O Janey! You Janey! Min’ w’at I tell you ’bout ole Brer 
Rabbit. Don’t you let ’im get my nice green peas.’ 
“Little gal, she holler back: ‘Yes, daddy.’ 
“All dis time, Brer Rabbit he ’uz settin’ out dar in de bushes 
dozin’. Yit, w’en he year he name call out so loud, he cock up one 
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