"It wuz'er hands! I warned'er, tew! I says, 'They're white, Milk-white, but they turns red an' shine Like eyes at night!' "I says, 'I sees'em at your side As nothin' you Would like to have'em look like if You only knew.' "I says, 'You're nails hain't dirty as They ought'r be, A-doin' o' the chores you do Along o' me!' "I says, 'If you'd jest let me feel Your hands, perhaps They'd seem more human-like an' not Like tophet traps!' "I says, 'They're ha'nts, I tell you, @3ha'nts!@1 Why, strings o' dough, When you be kneadin' it for bread, The fust I know, 'Turns jest like blood, an' slews an' drops From off'n 'em An' sets my innerds quiv'rin' like A worm-et stem!' "But she . . . she laughs an' laughs . . . an' raised 'Em up an' worked 'Em like a spider's legs at me . . . She knowed it irked . . . "An' @3they turns red@1. . . . I warned'er, tew! Jed understands The reason o' my chokin' 'er -- @3It wuz'er hands!@1 |