There came a vigorous rapping on the alley door of the stable,
and Verman was admitted.
"Yay, Verman!" cried Sam Williams. "Come and look at our good ole
panther!"
Another curiosity, however, claimed Verman's attention. His eyes
opened wide, and he pointed at Herman's legs.
"Wha' ma' oo? Mammy hay oo hip ap hoe-woob."
"Mammy tell ME git 'at stove-wood?" Herman interpreted
resentfully. "How'm I go' git 'at stove-wood when my britches
down bottom 'at cistern, I like you answer ME please? You shet
'at do' behime you!"
Verman complied, and again pointing to his brother's legs,
requested to be enlightened.
"Sin' I tole you once they down bottom 'at cistern," Herman
shouted, much exasperated. "You wan' know how come so, you ast
Sam Williams. He say thishere cat tuck an' th'owed 'em down
there!"
Sam, who was busy rocking the cage, remained cheerfully absorbed
in that occupation.
"Come look at our good ole panther, Verman," he called. "I'll get
this circus-cage rockin' right good, an' then--"
"Wait a minute," said Penrod; "I got sumpthing I got to think
about.
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