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"
I
bet
you
ca
n't
spell
my
name
,
"
says
I.
"
I
bet
you
what
you
dare
I
can
,
"
says
he
.
"
All
right
,
"
says
I
,
"
go
ahead
.
"
"
G-e-o-r-g-e
J-a-x-o-n
--
there
now
,
"
he
says
.
"
Well
,
"
says
I
,
"
you
done
it
,
but
I
did
n't
think
you
could
.
It
ai
n't
no
slouch
of
a
name
to
spell
--
right
off
without
studying
.
"
I
set
it
down
,
private
,
because
somebody
might
want
ME
to
spell
it
next
,
and
so
I
wanted
to
be
handy
with
it
and
rattle
it
off
like
I
was
used
to
it
.
It
was
a
mighty
nice
family
,
and
a
mighty
nice
house
,
too
.
I
had
n't
seen
no
house
out
in
the
country
before
that
was
so
nice
and
had
so
much
style
.
It
did
n't
have
an
iron
latch
on
the
front
door
,
nor
a
wooden
one
with
a
buckskin
string
,
but
a
brass
knob
to
turn
,
the
same
as
houses
in
town
.
There
war
n't
no
bed
in
the
parlor
,
nor
a
sign
of
a
bed
;
but
heaps
of
parlors
in
towns
has
beds
in
them
.
There
was
a
big
fireplace
that
was
bricked
on
the
bottom
,
and
the
bricks
was
kept
clean
and
red
by
pouring
water
on
them
and
scrubbing
them
with
another
brick
;
sometimes
they
wash
them
over
with
red
water-paint
that
they
call
Spanish-brown
,
same
as
they
do
in
town
.
They
had
big
brass
dog-irons
that
could
hold
up
a
saw-log
.
There
was
a
clock
on
the
middle
of
the
mantelpiece
,
with
a
picture
of
a
town
painted
on
the
bottom
half
of
the
glass
front
,
and
a
round
place
in
the
middle
of
it
for
the
sun
,
and
you
could
see
the
pendulum
swinging
behind
it
.
It
was
beautiful
to
hear
that
clock
tick
;
and
sometimes
when
one
of
these
peddlers
had
been
along
and
scoured
her
up
and
got
her
in
good
shape
,
she
would
start
in
and
strike
a
hundred
and
fifty
before
she
got
tuckered
out
.
They
would
n't
took
any
money
for
her
.
Well
,
there
was
a
big
outlandish
parrot
on
each
side
of
the
clock
,
made
out
of
something
like
chalk
,
and
painted
up
gaudy
.
By
one
of
the
parrots
was
a
cat
made
of
crockery
,
and
a
crockery
dog
by
the
other
;
and
when
you
pressed
down
on
them
they
squeaked
,
but
did
n't
open
their
mouths
nor
look
different
nor
interested
.
They
squeaked
through
underneath
.
There
was
a
couple
of
big
wild-turkey-wing
fans
spread
out
behind
those
things
.
On
the
table
in
the
middle
of
the
room
was
a
kind
of
a
lovely
crockery
basket
that
had
apples
and
oranges
and
peaches
and
grapes
piled
up
in
it
,
which
was
much
redder
and
yellower
and
prettier
than
real
ones
is
,
but
they
war
n't
real
because
you
could
see
where
pieces
had
got
chipped
off
and
showed
the
white
chalk
,
or
whatever
it
was
,
underneath
.
This
table
had
a
cover
made
out
of
beautiful
oilcloth
,
with
a
red
and
blue
spread-eagle
painted
on
it
,
and
a
painted
border
all
around
.
It
come
all
the
way
from
Philadelphia
,
they
said
.
There
was
some
books
,
too
,
piled
up
perfectly
exact
,
on
each
corner
of
the
table
.
One
was
a
big
family
Bible
full
of
pictures
.
One
was
Pilgrim
's
Progress
,
about
a
man
that
left
his
family
,
it
did
n't
say
why
.
I
read
considerable
in
it
now
and
then
.
The
statements
was
interesting
,
but
tough
.
Another
was
Friendship
's
Offering
,
full
of
beautiful
stuff
and
poetry
;
but
I
did
n't
read
the
poetry
.
Another
was
Henry
Clay
's
Speeches
,
and
another
was
Dr.
Gunn
's
Family
Medicine
,
which
told
you
all
about
what
to
do
if
a
body
was
sick
or
dead
.
There
was
a
hymn
book
,
and
a
lot
of
other
books
.
And
there
was
nice
split-bottom
chairs
,
and
perfectly
sound
,
too
--
not
bagged
down
in
the
middle
and
busted
,
like
an
old
basket
.
