callin' ourselves smart. Well, though it is like hitchin' the democrat to the old mare's foretop for a few minutes, I spoze I might as well tell what Jack told me atferwards how it come out. He couldn't seem to give up the idee of carryin' that sassige, and next time he see his ma carryin' some flowers to put on the grave, posies, too, that his Grandma couldn't bear the smell of when she wuz alive, said they made her sick (she never cared much for flowers of any kind, wuz dretful practical and had cabbages and onions growin' right up to the front door), but Tamer wuz bound to carry some, thinkin' it looked well, I spoze, and agin Jack tackled her about the sassige. Sez he, "Grandma loved it better than she did flowers enough sight," and his mother told him to stop such talking instantly."
And then sez Jack, "I got mad and told her I would take some, and then mother said she would whip me if I mentioned the subject agin; and then I sez, 'B'lona,' and then she did whip me hard. Grandma wouldn't have done it," sez Jack, "and I loved her, and I've heard her say lots of times that children ort to have their rights, and I can't see why I can't carry over sunthin' to lay on Grandma's grave jest as well as all the rest. I would love to carry some yarn, she wuz always knittin'. She would cry if she got out of yarn, and Ma knows it, and I wanted to carry over a little skein of blue and white yarn, jest the color she loved best, but Ma said she would whip me if I took a inch of yarn there, and there it is. I can't do nothin' I want to."
And Jack whimpered a little, and I sez to him soothin'ly, "Never mind, Jack, Grandma knows you love her, and she loves you jest as well as she ever did, and better." And I spoze I talked to him over an hour on the
