“Yas,” drawled the young man, with a sullen smile curling his lips, “may be hit be a sort of a circus. Kin ye remember what I tol’ you to tell yer paw?”

“You — you seen a houn’ dog on — on a cent — how could he be on a cent?”

“Say, ‘Frale seen a houn’ dog on his scent, an’ he’s gone home to git shet of him.’“

“Frale seen a houn’ dog on — on a — a cent, an’ — an’ — an’ he’s gone home to — to get shet of him. What’s ‘get shet of him,’ Frale?”

“Nevah mind, honey; yer paw’ll know. Run in an’ tell him ‘fore you forgit hit. Good-by.”