“I wouldn't have _her_ know for the world,” says Daddy Withers. “_I_
know and _you_ know that newspaper piece is just simply poking fun at my
poetry, and making a fool of me, the whole way through. As soon as I
read it over careful I saw it wasn't really praise, though there was a
minute or two I thought my recognition had come. But _she_ don't know it
ain't serious from start to finish. _She_ was all-mighty pleased when that
piece come out in print. And I don't intend she ever shall know it ain't
real praise.”
His wife was so proud when that piece come out in that New York paper,
he said, she cried over it. She said now she was glad they had been
doing without things fur years and years so they could get them little
books printed, one after the other, fur now fame was coming. But
sometimes, Daddy Withers says, he suspicions she really knows he has
been made a fool of, and is pertending not to see it, fur his sake, the
same as he is pertending fur _her_ sake. Well, they was a mighty nice
old couple, and the doctor done a heap of pertending fur both their
sakes--they wasn't nothing else to do.
“How'd you come to get started at it?” he asts.
Daddy Withers says he don't rightly know. Mebby, he says, it was living
there all his life and watching things growing--watching the cotton
grow, and the corn and getting acquainted with birds and animals and
trees and things. Helping of things to grow, he says, is a good way to
understand how God must feel about humans. For what you plant and help
to grow, he says, you are sure to get to caring a heap about. You can't
help it. And that is the reason, he says, God can be depended on to pull
the human race through in the end, even if appearances do look to be
agin His doing it sometimes, fur He started it to growing in the first
place and that-a-way He got interested personal in it. And that is the
main idea, he says, he has all the time been trying to get into that
there poetry of his'n. But he reckons he ain't got her in. Leastways,
he says, no one has never seen her there but the doctor and the old lady
and himself. Well, for my part, I never would of seen it there myself,
but when he said it out plain like that any one could of told what he
meant.
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