Judd
Mortimer Lewis May
20,1939 719
JUBILEE’S PARDNER
Saturday, and I was so glad of it that I couldn't be sorry any more about my tomato plants. They might not of had any tomatoes on them anyhow. I put on my short britches after I let Jubilee down and went down and got the pail I and went out to milk the dummed brutes and the bunch came and said they was going to try to get on the good side of my grandfather and then if they couldn’t do that we would go out back of the poorhouse and see if the river was still wet and talk through the fence to the poorhousers. I do not like to have that fence between us but the super says he has to have the fence because the poorhousers like to get out and drowned themselves in the river. That is a funny thing for anyone to like to do. He says beside a river is a bad place to put a poorhouse. I think so too. I took the milk in to strain it and my ant said she was sorry about my tomato plants and she would get me some more. I wanted to ast her if she wasn't feeling well but I didn't dast. Then Youniss and Feeble and Maggie came, and my grandfather said when he got around to it he was going to cross tomatoes and potatoes and they would grow potatoes under the ground and tomatoes on top of the ground. MY grandfather is really bright. We all followed him out to the greenhouse and I told the bunch not to ast him anything till I got my stable cleaned and I hurried up and got in there with them, and Feeble said to him, “I bet the little people was good swimmers” and my grandfather said they didn't know how to swim, because the only water there was a big river and every time one of them went in a fish gobbled him up. He said they would of been good to use for bait but of course he wouldn't do anything like that. I should say he wouldn't. Then Feeble asted him if they had any babies and he said they had lots of them and they was only about a inch long when they was born, but by the time they was two or three inches tall they was running around everywhere and he had to watch out where he put his feet so he wouldn't squash the little brats. He said the little warts used to chunk rocks at him to draw his attraction, but the rocks was so small they didn't hurt even when they hit him in the face. When Maggie asted him why he didn't spank the little muts he said how would he look spanking a kid about as big as his finger. That's what I would like to know. We stuck around all day and helped him, but he wouldn't tell us any more. He said if we hadn't helped him so much he would of got more done. My mother broke up a hot loaf of bread and we soaked I it with butter and had milk to drink with it. I think I have got a good mother. All mothers are good but none as good as mine. But I ain't crazy about ants. I wish my ant was like my mother but I am glad my mother ain't like my ant.