fair yum-yums into dem peaches an' scoffs 'em down an'
suck de stones clean. `What you tink o' peaches now?' ses Hahsie.

"`I tinks I'd like to know where dere's some mo',' ses Sculpat. `I'd
yust fair live on peaches if I had 'em.'

"`So'd I,' ses Hahsie; `an' I'll tell you what, Sculpat, I's bin
a-studyin'. What you say now if we plant dese two stones an' grow two
trees for us ownselfs, an' yust sit under de branches an' watch de
peaches ripen? Wouldn't dat be fine?'

"`Wouldn't it yust,' ses Sculpat. `Wouldn't it yust.'

"`Right-o den,' ses Hahsie. `Here we is now. You pick a place an'
we'll plant dese two stones, one for me an' one for you. We'll soon
have peaches ahter dat--tons an' tons,' ses he.

"`Right you is,' ses Sculpat. `Yonder's de place. We'll soon plant
'em.'

"So dey plants dese two stones, an' de trees spring up, an' den comes de
time to be waterin' 'em every day. An' every day Ou' Sculpat's at it,
carryin' de water in his mouf to his tree; an' a-carryin' all de day
'cause he cahnt on'y hold a mighty little water in his mouf at one time.
So his tree kep' on a-growin' an' a-branchin'.

"But Little Hahsie he ain't a-waterin' no trees. If darie ole tree o'
his want water, den it 'ad a-better sa'nter over to de water-hole an'
get it; or if it want to die, well, it can yust die an' be blowed to it,
ses he. Den he'd go off an' squot down an' watch Ou' Sculpat carryin'
water, an' he'd laugh an' laugh; but he don't let nob'dy ketch him at
dat.

"Well, dis went on an' on, till Little Hahsie's tree's dead wid de want
o' water, while Ou' Sculpat's is big an' bushy wid de plenty of it, an'
in a while it's fair hangin' full an' bendin' down wid peaches--nice,
big, yuicy, girl's-cheek peaches.

"Ses Ou' Sculpat to Hahsie: `If you'd on'y a-watered your tree you'd
a-had peaches too now. Don't you wis' you had?'

"`Well, dem peaches is look nice,' ses Hahsie. `But dey'd be a lot
nicer for you if you could get at 'em to eat 'em. How's you gun' to do
dat, Sculpat?'

"Ou' Sculpat swivel his eye to look at Hahsie. Hahsie don't wink a
word. Ses he: `It's all right, ain't it? Dere's your peaches an'
dere's you, but dere ain't de eatin'--an' de eadn's de ting, ain't it?
How about dat part, Sculpat?'

"Ou' Sculpat yust drop right flat at dat; he hain't never tink o' dat.
He look at dat tree an' he look at dem peaches, such nice big peaches;
an' den he look at Little Hahsie. `What'll I ha' to