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“But I always craved to play round some. I didn’t never say nothin’ about it to nobody after I growed up, ’cause I figgered it out they wouldn’t understand and mebbe’d laugh at me; but all these years, ever sence I left that there porehouse, I’ve had a hankerin’ here inside of me”–he lifted one hand and touched his breast–“I’ve had a hankerin’ to be a boy and to do all the things a boy does; to do the things I was chiselled out of doin’ whilst I was of a suitable age to be doin’ ’em. I call to mind that I uster dream in my sleep about doin’ ’em; but the dream never come true–not till jest here lately. It didn’t have no chancet to come true–not till then.

“So, when this money come to me so sudden and unbeknownstlike I said to myself that I was goin’ to make that there dream come true; and I started out fur to do it. And I done it! And I reckin that’s the cause of my bein’ here to-day, accused of bein’ feeble-minded. But, even so, I don’t regret it none. Ef it was all to do over ag’in I’d do it jest the very same way.

“Why, I never knowed whut it was, till here two months or so ago, to have my fill of bananas and candy and gingersnaps, and all sech knickknacks ez them. All my life I’ve been cravin’ secretly to own a pair of red-topped boots with brass toes on ’em, like I used to see other boys wearin’ in the wintertime when I was out yonder at that porehouse wearin’ an old pair of somebody else’s cast-off shoes–mebbe a man’s shoes, with rags wropped round my feet to keep the snow frum comin’ through the cracks in ’em, and to keep ’em frum slippin’ right spang off my feet. I got three toes frostbit oncet durin’ a cold spell, wearin’ them kind of shoes. But here the other week I found myself able to buy me some red-top boots with brass toes on ’em. So I had ’em made to order and I’m wearin’ ’em now. I wear ’em reg’lar even ef it is summertime. I take a heap of pleasure out of ’em. And, also, all my life long I’ve been wantin’ to go to a circus. But not till three days ago I didn’t never git no chancet to go to one.

“That gentleman yonder–Mister Sublette–he ‘lowed jest now that I was leadin’ a lot of little boys in this here town into bad habits. He said that I was learnin’ ’em nobody knowed whut devilment. And he spoke of my havin’ egged ’em on to steal watermelons frum Mister Bell’s watermelon patch out here three miles frum town, on the Marshallville gravel road. You-all heared whut he jest now said about that.

“I don’t mean no offence and I beg his pardon fur contradictin’ him right out before everybody here in the big courthouse; but, mister, you’re wrong. I don’t lead these here boys astray that I’ve been runnin’ round with. They’re mighty nice clean boys, all of ’em. Some of ’em are mighty near ez pore ez whut I uster be; but there ain’t no real harm in any of ’em. We git along together fine–me and them. And, without no preachin’, nor nothin’ like that, I’ve done my best these weeks we’ve been frolickin’ and projectin’ round together to keep ’em frum growin’ up to do mean things.

“I use chawin’ tobacco myself; but I’ve tole ’em, I don’t know how many times, that ef they chaw it’ll stunt ’em in their growth. And I’ve got several of ’em that was smokin’ cigarettes on the sly to promise me they’d quit. So I don’t figger ez I’ve done them boys any real harm by goin’ round with ’em. And I believe ef you was to ast ’em they’d all tell you the same, suh.