you,' ses Hahsie. `You's de one to know
what's happen' to it after dat.'

"Ou' Sculpat he consider a bit. `Well, I did feel sometin' ticklin'
half-way down my froat,' ses he, `but I didn't feel it no furder.'

"`P'r'aps dat's de way you's made inside,' ses Hahsie; `half-way down
an' den a drop.'

"Ou' Sculpat he didn't say nawtin' to dat; he stick to business.
`When's I to have some mo'?' ses he.

"`When I wants more fis',' ses Hahsie, his big eyes fair a-shinin' wid
wonderin' about dat honey still.

"`An' when's dat?' ses Sculpat.

"`When I feels like I'd like some,' ses Hahsie, an' he don't grin a bit.

"`To-morro'?' axes Sculpat.

"`A' right,' ses Hahsie. `You have de fis'es ready an' I'll see about
gettin' some mo' honey. So long, den,'--an' Mr Hahsie he picks up de
ten fis'es an' de little one, an' he offs.

"Ou' Sculpat watch him go a minute. `Dat stuff is taste rippin',' ses
he. Den he flop into de water agen, but he don't eat any weeds.

"Well, de nex' day dere's Ou' Sculpat ready wid de ten fis'es but dere
ain't no little one extry dis time, an' hyer comes Hahsie wid de same
ole drummin' an' singin'--`Hahsie, Hahsie, Calabasie! Dum! Dum! Dum!'

"But dis time when Ou' Sculpat open his mouf an' shut his eyes he don't
shut 'em; not quite; he keep one eye half-open. Dat's de way he seen de
gay old flouris' Little Hahsie give de feder, an' de little little drop
o' honey dere is on it too. Dat's de way also he seen de grin on Little
Hahsie's face, when Hahsie's a-lookin' into his mouf, where he's
touchin' spots here an' dere wid de feder, an' he get dat s'picious dat
his one eye spring wide open--an' dat's de way Little Hahsie seen yust
in time dat he's a-lookin'.

"But Little Hahsie he's a gamey ole bird, an' he don't turn a hair nor
let on in any sort o' way. He yust holds de feder up like he's waitin',
an' he ain't a bit astonish' when Ou' Sculpat lets de oder eye spring
open too. `How's de taste o' dat, Sculpat?' ses he.

"`It's a-gun' to taste better when dere's more on top of it,' ses
Sculpat. `Come on wid de rest.'

"`Well,' ses Hahsie, `you ain't no picaninny. You don't want me to
stick a bib under your chin an' feed you wid a feder. Here you is--take
de calabas' an' eat de lot, an' I'll take de fis.'

"Sculpat he take de calabas', an' Hahsie he pick up de fis'; but he
ain't got two skips away before Ou' Sculpat sings out: `Hey yeh!
Where's-dis honey?'

"`Where you's got it