"I wouldn't wonder. Yes, sir. There he goes now. Sure's you'realive."

"Where?"

"Right over yan. Aw, you don't look. See? There he is. Aw!you're too slow. Didn't you look at him? Now the next time I tell you - Look, look! There! He run right acrost the floor an' into thecloset. Plain 's day. didn't you look at him? You saw him, mother?"

Mrs. Allgire nodded her head. She always was busy counting the stitchesin a nubia she was knitting for ancient Aunt Pashy, Roebuck.