From behind a plum bush, in the
corner of the fence, he had seen Mrs. Mayfield and had blinked, as if
dazzled by a great light. Nor was it till the close of day that he had
the courage to come into her presence, and then for a moment he
gazed--and vanished. Old Jasper found him mumbling beneath the moon.
"Lost anythin', Jim?"
"Nothing that I ever thought I had, Uncle Jasper."
"Look like a man that is huntin' fur his terbacker."
"I've quit tobacco long ago, Uncle Jasper."
"Huh, give that up, too? Then you have been hit hard. But atter all, my
boy, a lick that ain't hard don't count fur much. Understand I believe
in yo' Book all right, but not as the most of 'em reads it. The most of
'em reads it so as to make you do the things you don't want to do, and
what they want you to do. A good many of 'em think it was writ fur them
ag'in you. Findin' new picturs on the moon, Jim? I don't see nuthin'
new; same old feller a burnin' of his bresh, allus a puttin' 'em on the
fire an' never gittin' through."
"I'm thinking, that's all, Uncle Jasper.
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