It had a little thin head like a snake, an' yeahs that
stuck up like rabbit's. It was all white, an' had fo' little short legs
an' two little short wings, an' it was moah'n flesh an' blood could
stand, he say, to see that long, slim, white thing runnin' an' a-flyin'
at the same time through the bushes, low down neah the groun'. You jus'
go ask him."
John Jay swung his buckets irresolutely. "I don't believe I'll go down
there aftah berries," he said. "I don't know what to do. They isn't any
moah anywhere else."
Mammy wished that she had not gone to such pains to convince him.
"Nothin' evah comes around in the daytime," she insisted, "an' I reckon
berries is mighty plentiful, too," she added, persuasively. "Nobody evah
saw anything down there in the daylight, honey. I'd go if I was you."
John Jay stood on one foot. He was afraid of the headless ganders, but
he did want those berries. He walked out through the door, hesitated,
and stood on one foot again. Then he went slowly down the hill. Mammy,
standing in the door with her apron flung over her head, watched him
climb up on the fence and sit there to consider.
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