stickfrog

A bit arter, I hears a jarring, — up goes I ; she comes at me with a knife — only a stickfrog it's sartin, but it's a knife — and a knife's a knife, all the world over; but howsomever that says nothing.

All day long (when we weren't gathering dog's-tongue) we'd swing through the cypresses on the rope vines, and if it rained we'd huddle beneath an umbrella tree and play stickfrog.