You wait until Sunday and see what I do fo' my nevvy," said Yancy.
He was as good as his implied promise, but the day began discouragingly with an extra and, as it seemed to Hannibal, an unnecessary amount of soap and water.
"You owe it to yo'self to show a clean skin in the house of worship.
Just suppose one of them nice ladies was to cast her eye back of yo' ears! She'd surely be put out to name it offhand whether you was black or white.

I reckon I'll have to barber you some, too, with the shears." "What's school like, Uncle Bob ?" asked Hannibal, twisting and squirming under the big resolute hands of the man.
"I can't just say what it's like." "Why, didn't you ever go to school, Uncle Bob ?" "Didn't I ever go to school! Where do you reckon I got my education, anyhow?
I went to school several times in my young days." "On a Sunday, like this ?" "No, the school I tackled was on a week-day." "Was it hard ?" asked Hannibal, who was beginning to cherish secret misgivings; for surely all this soap and water must have some sinister portent.
"Well, some learn easier than others.

I learned middling easy--it didn't take me long--and when I felt I knowed enough I just naturally quit and went on about my business." "But what did you learn ?" insisted the boy.
"You-all wouldn't know if I told you, because you-all ain't ever been to school yo'self.

When you've had yo' education we'll talk over what I learned--it mostly come out of a book." He hoped his general statement would satisfy Hannibal, but it failed to do so.
"What's a book.

Uncle Bob ?" he demanded.
"Well, whatever a body don't know naturally he gets out of a book.