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130 LEGENDS OP THE OLD PLANTATION.'tis ! Hit's des a born blessin'. Hit hope me upmight'ly de udder day w'en I hear Miss Sally layin'down de law 'bout you en dem Favers chillun, yit, loen beholes, de fus news I knows yer youis han'-inglovewid um. Hit's nuff fer ter fetch ole Miss rightup out'n dat berryin'-groun' fum down dar in PutmonCounty, en w'at yo' gram'ma wouldn't er stood me enyo' ma ain't gwineter stan' nudder, en de nex' time Ihear 'bout sech a come off ez dis, right den en darI'm boun' ter lay de case 'fo' Miss Sally. Dem Favers'swa'n't no 'count 'fo' de war, en dey wa'n'tno 'count endurin' er de war, en dey ain't no 'countatterwards, en w'iles my head's hot you ain't gwinetergo mixin' up yo'se'f wid de riff-raff er creashun."The littleboy made no further attempt to justifyhis conduct. He was a very wise little boy,and heknew that, in Uncle Eemus's eyes, he had been guiltyof a flagrant violation of the family code. Therefore,instead of attempting to justify himself, he pleadedguilty, and promised that he would never do so anymore. After this there was a long period of silence,broken only by the vigorous style in which Uncle Kemuspuffed away at his pipe. This was the invariableresult. Whenever the old man had occasion to reprimandthe littleboy and the occasions were frequenthe would relapse into a dignified but stubborn silence.Presently the youngster drew forth from his