so
easy, an' so twenty-shillin's-in-de-pound comfy like. `By jimminy,
Sculpat, you looks at home all right,' ses he.

"`I is,' ses Sculpat, an' he don't take so much trouble as to turn his
head when he speak to Little Hahsie behind him, much less to turn his
body. He sort o' shift one eye half-way round, an' dat's quite enough
too, tink he.

"`An' what does you do when you is at home?' ax Hahsie.

"`Dis,' ses Sculpat, an' he don't take de trouble to keep dat one eye
half-way round, but let it swing back like a swivel.

"Little Hahsie he flick his years like he tink someb'dy ought to yust
kick de stuffin' out o' Sculpat. `But,' ses he, `you has to eat What
you do den?'

"`Eat,' ses Sculpat--yust de one word.

"`Oh,' ses Hahsie, like he'd like to do dat kickin' hisse'f. `Den you
does ha' to shift yourse'f a bit sometimes.'

"`But I don't,' ses Sculpat. `I's in my dinner now--dese water-weeds!'

"`Oh, you is, is you?' ses Little Hahsie, an' he's yust dat hairy over
it dat he biffs de ground wid his back leg an' he yump over his own
shadda. `You's fair dat lazy you'd rader eat weeds, when all de time
dem pretty little silver fis'es is a-twinklin' an' a-slantin' roun' you!
Allah Crachty!'

"`What's I want wid twinkly little fis'es?' ses Sculpat. `Weeds is nice
now, but fis'es--'

"`You can keep all de weeds if you gi'es me de fis'es!' ses Hahsie, like
he never did hear no such a fathead notion.

"`An' how if I keeps all de weeds anyhow, an' lets you do de same wid de
twinkly little fis'es, hey?' ses Sculpat, an' his face kind o' shine
like he'd be a-grinnin' if it wahnt too much trouble.

"Little Hahsie squot down agen at dat What Ou' Sculpat ses is yust so
right flat an' square dat Hahsie he feel right flat too. But he see de
little silver fis'es a-flashin' agen an' he fair cahnt give up yet.
`Dat's a' right,' ses he; `but I's got my good clo'es on, an' dey won't
do to get wet. What say you now if you was to ketch me out a little
string of 'em, hey?'

"`What ses I?' ses Sculpat. `Rats!'

"Little Hahsie he's yust dat mad he pick up one foot to go, but he's
yust dat gone on dem fis'es dat he put anoder foot down to stop.
`Look-a'-here,' ses he. `If you ketch me out some o' dem fis', den I'll
fetch you lots o' de nicest garden stuff from de farm yonder.'

"`Garden stuff!' ses Sculpat. `Huh!--here's weeds!'

"`An' what if I eats up dem weeds?--what den?' ses Hahsie.

"`Dere's mo' weeds in de n