Oh! we was as lovin' as a couple of brothers!" Mickey O'Rooney lifted his cap, and scratched his red head in a puzzled way, as if he were debating some weighty matter.

Suddenly looking up, he asked: "Was this Mr.Wolf born in these parts ?" "I can't say, precisely, where he first seed the light, but it must have been somewhere round about this part of the world.

Why did you ax ?" "I was thinking p'raps he was born in Ireland, and came to this country when he was of tender age.

I once knowed a Mr.Fox, whose petaty patch was so close to ours, that the favorite amoosement of me respected parents was flingin' the petaties over into our field by moonlight.

His name was Fox, I say, but I never knowed anybody by the name of Wolf." "He's a screamer," continued Sut Simpson, who seemed to enjoy talking of such a formidable foe.