and he don’t traipse about no more, and the chillun teeter on th’ edge of their feets,
“How come you here?” Aunt Gastonia ask my brother, and he tuck his hat under his arm and say, “Why, for to get my brother, that’s how come,” and he don’t traipse about no more, and the chillun teeter on th’ edge of their feets, ’case they wantsa laugh some more, but now the big folkses solemn actin.
