"'Well, I'll go 'long, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en you kin jump fus' en den I'll come follerin' atter, sezee. "Wid dat dey put out, en dey went promernadin' 'roun' 'mong de cattle, dey did, twel bimeby dey struck up wid de one dey wuz atter. Sho nuff, in dey jump, en w'en dey got dar, Brer Fox, he say, sezee: "'You kin cut mos' ennywheres, Brer Rabbit, but don't cut 'roun' de haslett, sezee.

"And that miserable Sieur Lennox to go also? Tell me that!" She folded her arms, like Napoleon at St. Helena, and smiled again that smile which was nothing but a sneer. Briggs rubbed his nose contemplatively. "Little Francis can go ennywheres," he said at last. "He's laid out a good deal of tin on Vi and others of 'er purfession. You cannot make enny-think of that young feller but a cad.

"Would you compare Coney Island with the beautiful Isle of Happiness that the poets sing on?" I sez, severe like. "Where is it?" sez he. "Why," sez I, "It ain't ennywheres. Its a metafor of the brain." "Is it ketchin'?" sez he. "Seems to me I've hearn tell of that disease before!"