NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
year en lissen, en he ’low ter hisse’f dat he bleedz ter outdo Mr. 
Man. Bimeby, Brer Rabbit, he went ’roun’ en come down de big 
road des ez natchul ez ef he bin trafflin’ some’rs. He see de little 
gal settin’ by de gate, en he up’n ’low: — 
“‘Ain’t dish yer Miss Janey?’ 
“Little gal say: ‘My daddy call me Janey.’” Uncle Remus 
mimicked the voice and manner of a little girl. He hung his head, 
looked excessively modest, and spoke in a shrill tone. The effect 
was so comical that even Daddy Jack seemed to enjoy it. 
“‘My daddy call me Janey; w’at yo’ daddy call you?’ 
“Brer Rabbit look on de groun’, en sorter study lak folks does 
w’en dey feels bad. Den he look up en ’low: — 
“ ‘I bin lose my daddy dis many long year, but w’en he ’live he 
call me Billy Malone.’ Den he look at de little gal hard en ’low: 
‘Well, well, well! I ain’t seed you sence you ’uz a little bit er baby, 
en now yer you is mighty nigh a grown ’oman. I pass yo’ daddy in 
de road des now, en he say I mus’ come en tell you fer ter gimme 
a mess er sparrer-grass.’ 
“Little gal, she fling de gate wide open, en let Mr. Billy Malone 
git de sparrer-grass. 
“Man come back en see whar somebody done bin tromplin’ 
on de gyardin truck, en den he call up de little gal, en up’n ax ’er 
who bin dar since he bin gone; en de little gal, she ’low, she did, 
dat Mr. Billy Malone bin dar. Man ax who in de name er good¬ 
ness is Mr. Billy Malone. Little gal ’low hit’s des a man w’at say 
’er daddy sont ’im fer ter git some sparrer-grass on account er ole 
acquaintance. Man got his ’spicions, but he ain’t say nothin’. 
“Nex’ day, w’en he start off, he holler en tell de little gal fer 
ter keep one eye on ole Brer Rabbit, en don’t let nobody git no 
mo’ sparrer-grass. Brer Rabbit, he settin’ off dar in de bushes, 
en he year w’at de man say, en he see ’im w’en he go off. Bimeby, 
he sorter run ’roun’, ole Brer Rabbit did, en he come hoppin’ 
down de road, twel he git close up by de little gal at de gyardin 
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