OLD GRINNY-GRANNY WOLF 
LIV 
OLD GRINNY-GRANNY WOLF 
At last Daddy Jack returned, and the fact that the little boy 
had missed him and inquired about him, seemed to give the old 
African particular pleasure. It was probably a new experience to 
Daddy Jack, and it vaguely stirred some dim instinct in his bosom 
that impelled him to greet the child with more genuine heartiness 
than he had ever displayed in all his life. He drew the little boy 
up to him, patted him gently on the cheek, and exclaimed: — 
“Ki! I bin want fer see you bery bahd. I bin-a tell you’ nunk 
Jeem’ how fine noung man you is. ’E ahx wey you no come fer 
shum. Fine b’y — fine b’y!” 
“Well, ef dat’s de way youer gwine on, Brer Jack, you’ll spile 
dat chap sho’. A whole sack er salt won’t save ’im.” 
“I dunno ’bout dat, Brer Remus,” said Aunt Tempy, who had 
come in. “Don’t seem like he bad like some yuther childun w’at 
I seen. Bless you, I know childun w’at’d keep dish yer whole 
place tarryfied — dat dey would!” 
“Well, sir,” said Uncle Remus, shaking his head and groan¬ 
ing, “you all ain’t wid dat young un dar much ez I is. Some days 
w’en dey ain’t nobody lookin’, en dey ain t nobody nowhar fer 
ter take keer un me, dat ar little chap dar 11 come down yer en 
chunk me wid rocks, en ’buze me en holler at me scan lous. 
The little boy looked so shocked that Uncle Remus broke into 
a laugh that shook the cobwebs in the corners; then, suddenly 
relapsing into seriousness, he drew himself up with dignity and 
remarked: — 
“Good er bad, you can’t git ’long wid ’im less’n you sets in ter 
tellin’ tales, en. Brer Jack, I hope you got some ’long wid you.” 
Daddy Jack rubbed his hands together, and said: ,,, 
“Me bin yeddy one tale; ’e mekky me lahff tel I is ’come tire’. 
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