Aunt John held
the light above her head and looked down. I don't believe I shall ever
see an angel that will make me feel any better to look at than Aunt John
did that night.
"O you blessed boys!" said Aunt John--she was laughing and crying
together. "To think that you should have fallen through the old chimney
to the cellar floor and be sitting there alive in such a funny heap as
that!"
And that was just what we had done. The old flooring (not very secure)
had given away in the storm; and we'd gone down through two stories,
where the chimney ought to have been, jam! into the cellar on the coal
heap, and all as good as ever excepting the bedstead.
FOOTNOTE:
[66] From "Trot's Wedding Journey."
DE APPILE TREE[67]
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
Dat's a mighty quare tale, 'bout de appile tree
In de pah'dise gyardin, whar Adam runned free,
Whar de butter-flies drunk honey wid ole mammy bee.
Talk about yo good times, I bet you he had 'em--Adam--
Adam en Eve, an' de appile tree.
He woke one mawnin wid a pullin at he sleeve;
He open his eye, an' dar was Eve--
He shook her han', wid a "Honey, don' grieve.
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