"Miss Lucy, she sot dar an' mos' fidgit herse'f ter death, whin Shoo Fly light fus' in de gent'muns vit'als, den up on his nose. De man breash 'im off his nose er heap er times, but Shoo Fly g'long back ev'y time, 'caze hit wus er nice place ter wash de greese off'n his face an' han's. An' ev'y time he git coffee er ice cream, er enny thing on his foots, he g'long back ter sumwhars on dat man's face ter wash his han's, an' wipe 'em on his coat tails. Miss Lucy say she know de man think she got er million flies in dat house. "Shoo Fly done full er vit'als now, so he g'long ter bed b'hime yer gran'pa's pictur'. In de mawnin', he git up an' look erbout, he do, an' I tell yer he git pow'ful wo' out waitin' fur dem sleepy haid'd niggers ter start dey wurk, so by de time de cant'lopes git fix'd, Shoo Fly wus so hongry dat he eat hisse'f plum full er mush-mil'n 'fo' brekfus' time. He fly 'roun' an' zamine dat fly pap'r but he ain' got no room fur no mo' eatin'; den he look at dat cur'us Pison flow'r, but he keep way fum dat, 'caze he say he ain' no bee. Jes' den heah come Miss Lucy wid 'er fly-kill'r. Him an' her dances considerbul ergin, but bimeby he g'long ter take er nap b'hime yer gran'pa, an' Miss Lucy set down ter read de mawnin' pap'r. "Whin he wake up, he sort'r feel holl'r, he do, 'caze cant'lope res' mighty light yer knows, so he g'long ter hunt sumpin' nuth'r ter eat. He think Miss Lucy done fergit 'im by now, but no, Lawd, he dunno Miss Lucy, fur he ain' buz hisse'f mo'n er time er two, 'fo' Miss Lucy take atter him. She skeer 'im so bad, dat he fergit all 'bout dem wire things in de wind'r, but Lawsee, whin his haid come 'ginst de wire, hit knock de senses out'n 'im, an' whin dat fly-kill'r er Miss Lucy's hit his toe, hit tu'n 'im so sick, he fell blip! right on de fly pap'r. Mussy grashus! you ort'r heah Shoo Fly holl'rin' an' er buzzin' fur Hoss Fly. "'Bout dis time, whin Hoss Fly doan see nuthin' er Shoo Fly on de cherry tree, he g'long ter git er peep in at de wind'r ter see ef he kin git enny news uv 'im; an' bless de Lawd, he ain' git ter de wind'r 'fo' he heah Shoo Fly holl'rin': 'Oh, Hoss Fly, p-l-e-a-s-e come hope me out'n heah!' "Hoss Fly run ter de front do', but dat's shet tight, so he take an' run 'roun' ter de kitchin do' whar he know dey's allus keerles'. He fly ter de kitchin' do' an' seen Kitty standin' wid her foot in de do' passin' news wid ole An' Malviny, an' he know he got plenty time ter go in an' 'ten' ter his biznes', 'fo' dat do' git shet ergin. He fly thu de kitchin, an' make fur de liberry, whar po' Shoo Fly had done mos' buzz hisse'f ter death. [Illustration: "SHOO-FLY HOLL'R, 'LOOK OUT FUR M' LEGS!'"] "Hoss Fly swoop down an' grab 'im by de wing, but Shoo Fly holl'r, 'Look out fur m' legs! Oh, Lawdy, you'se pullin' m' wing off--Oh, Lawdy, Lawdy!'