"No, suh, whin Grab-All an' Rattlesnake seen de blood in Miss Queen's eye, dey lit out fum dar, an' de Bizzy Bees come down on Jack Donkey. Jack he had jump de fence an' come up in de upper lot ter git er lit'le watermillon rine he seen by de back porch, an' I tell yer he kick out consid'rble whin dem bees drap derse'fs on him. He tak'n out fur de stable ter git Brer Dur'am Cow ter rake de bees off'n him,--ev'y one Brer Dur'am rake, light on his own se'f an' 'tain' long 'fo' him an' Jack takes out fur Mist'r Man's, an' ax him fur de Lawd's sake ter cl'ar 'em uv de bees. Mist'r Man's old lady, an' de lit'le boy come out ter see whut ail de beastes, an' I tell yer de bees start dem ter holl'rin' an' dancin',--An' Polly Parrit, she come out ter git de news, an' I tell yer de ole lady git in de hottes' part er de fracus, too." "Did they sting Mister Man's little boy much?" Mary Van pushed Willis, who was dancing all around Phyllis, out of her way. "Sit down, Willis." "Lawdee," continued Phyllis, gently forcing the little boy into his chair again, "doan yer heah dat boy squallin' right now? Dem bare legs er his'n right full er bees. Mist'r Man, he run an' start ter smokin' de bees, fas' es he kin, an' bimeby, atter er long time, de Bee boys goes back ter dey ma." "Mammy, you tell Miss Queen Bee to tell John Mocking Bird to eat old Grab-All up," pleaded Mary Van, putting her arms around Phyllis's neck. "Ain' I done tole yer Miss Queen ain' gwine ax nobody fur nuthin', an' she ain' gwine give nobody nuthin' neether? She tell her chillun ter scuf'le hard an' make er heap er honey, an' den hit doan make no diffunce whut happ'n. One day, one er her boys come out uv er flow'r so full er honey dat he come _blump_ on de groun'. Ev'y time he try ter fly, hyah he come back _blump_ on de groun' ergin. Nancy Hummin' Bird tell him ter git up on her back an' she'd give 'im er lif'. He crawl on Nancy's back an' she tuk 'im home. Whin Miss Queen seed him, she ax 'im how he got dar wid sich er load er honey. He tell his ma Nancy fotch 'im. Hoopee! she buzz on him I tell yer. Yas, suh! She say: 'Yer go straight es you kin an' pay fur dat ride.'" "Did he pay five cents money, Mammy?" Willis rocked over backwards but was up before Phyllis could rise. "It didn't hurt. Did she give him five cents, Mammy?"