3/32 All the kids whose folks ain't trash, their mothers tells 'em not to run with me no more. Which they done it all the more fur that reason, on the sly, and it makes me more important with them. Fur folks gets to saying, when I would come around: "Danny, what do YOU want ?" And if I says, "Nothing," they would say: "Well, then, you get out o' here!" Which they needn't of been suspicioning nothing like they pertended they did, fur I never stole nothing more'n worter millions and mush millions and such truck, and mebby now and then a chicken us kids use to roast in the woods on Sundays, and jest as like as not it was one of Hank's hens then, which I figgered I'd earnt it. He never give me any money fur it. |