If it ain’t my brother, dog my cats,
If it ain’t my brother, dog my cats, and he change so much since he go away from me and grandpa, I cain’t for sure say who that man is standin in the door, ’case he gots a little bitty round hat on his head with a little bitty button on top of it, and hairs a-hangin from his chin p’culiar, and he all thin, and lean, and all drew-out tall, and sorry-lookin too. He laugh and laugh when he see me, and come over to the bed for t’catch me, and look at me in th’eye. “Here he is,” he say, and it ain’t nobody he talk it to, ’case he say it to hisself, and smile, and me, I’se so s’prised I don’t say nothin. Well, y’know, I’se so s’prised it make me sit up in the bed.
