reckonin' his daddy was al'ays a-tinkin' he
was up to some skellumness or other. An I reckon myse'f dat de ole man
know'd. However, de ole man had a big goatskin chock full o' de finest
honey, an' he kep' it under de bed in de sleepin' chamber, so it 'ud be
nice an handy--an' safe. In a mawnin' dey'd all get up, an de ole daddy
he'd go out an' have a look round, an' de ole mammy she'd be busy
a-gettin' de breakfas' ready, while little missy Wilhelmina Ratel she'd
play about, inside or outside or underfoot, yust like little girls does
when deir mammies is busy. An' all dis time young Seeunkie Ratel he'd
be--well--dat's when de honey 'ud be doin' de dis-appearin'.

"What he used to do was to wait till de rest was outside or in de eatin'
room, an' den he'd sneak back into de sleepin' chamber, pull out his
knife, snick a chunk o' dis sugary honey out o' de bag, slip it into his
pocket an' off out to have a look round too, 'fore breakfas'. Dat's
when he'd scoff dis chunk o' honey.

"Well, de ole daddy he sees his honey lookin' less an' less every day,
an' he scratch his head an' he say to his wife: `Mammy,' ses he, `dat's
mighty funny about dat honey. It's a-goin' somewheres.'

"`Well,' ses she, `what you expect? You let dat good-for-nuffin'
Wilhelmina play about yust as she likes an' do what she likes, an' yet
you won't never b'lieve nawtin' I tells you about her. I know'd she'd
be in some mischief soon,' ses she, for Ole Missis Ratel was one o' dese
women what's all for deir skellum of a boy, an' so de daddy has to be
good to de little girl hisse'f.

"Well, ole daddy he sit down an' he tink an' tink, an' old mammy she go
out an' ketch hold o' little Wilhelmina an' spank an' spank, but young
Seeunkie he stays out on de veldt an smack an' smack his lips on de
honey, an' keep de tail o' one eye over his shoulder to watch if his
daddy's comin'.

"Tings went on a-dis way den, till one mawnin' at breakfas' dey had a
pretty good ole breakfas', an' by de time dey'd finis' de ole daddy was
a-feelin' yust right an' comfy, an' he lean back in his chair an' pulls
out half a yard o' yuicy ole to'acco. `Len' your ole daddy your knife
for a minute, Seeunkie,' ses he.

"Young Seeunkie tink no mo' about it, but dives down in his pocket an'
haul out his knife an' lifts it over. But he hadn't no mo' dan stretch
it out 'fore he feels de honey sticky on it, yust as de ole daddy grips
his fingers on it. De yoke's on his neck n