The yellow candle-light streamed out through the cabin window. He
stopped and looked in, sniffing the air with keen enjoyment, for Mammy
was stewing the rabbit he had caught that morning in a snare.
He could see Bud sitting on the floor, with his feet harnessed up as
horses. He was sawing the reins back and forth and remorselessly
switching his own legs until they flew up and down in fine style. John
Jay watched him with a grin on his face.
Presently Mammy, turning to season the stew, saw the black face pressed
close against the window-pane. With a startled shriek she gave the
pepper-pot such a shake that the lid flew off, and nearly all of the
pepper went into the stew.
"Jus' see what you done!" she scolded, as John Jay walked into the house
an instant later. "Next time you come gawkin' in the window at me in the
dark, I'll peppah _you_ 'stid o' the rabbit!"
John Jay hastened to change the subject. "I sole a bushel of hickory
nuts to Mistah Bemis jus' now," he stammered, "an' he's goin' to take
some mo' next week.
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