- tween his teeth, he finished rolling up the
leg of his trousers.
"Mammy," he cried, a moment later, as, dusty and breathless, he reappeared in the cabin doorway, "see what-all I foun' in de road."
And Mammy's look of dark suspicion faded as Jerusalem Artie recounted his brief and tragic adventure with Molly Cottontail.
"Yo-all 's a honey chile," said Mammy, when he had concluded; "an we-all 's a-gwine right now an' git a plumb fat chickun."
The next day, as Mammy cleared away the remains of the Christmas dinner, she said: "Now, chile, yo' c'n tote dese yere chickun bones out on de do'-step an' gnaw 'em clean. An', Jerus'lem Artie, yo' pappy say yo' c'n cut off de laigs o' dem pants, an' hab 'em fo' yo'self."
Robin's Christmas[1]
When I was a little girl I used to look for Robin Redbreast perched in the holly on my Christmas cards, and nearly always he was there, fluttering about in the green, or sing-*
- ↑ By A. Gertrude Maynard, in Kindergarten Review. By permission of the publishers.
