Ojo and Unc Nunkie


"Where's the butter, Unc Nunkie?" asked Ojo.

Unc looked out of the window and stroked his
long beard. Then he turned to the Munchkin boy and
shook his head.

"Isn't," said he.

"Isn't any butter? That's too bad, Unc. Where's
the jam then?" inquired Ojo, standing on a stool
so he could look through all the shelves of the
cupboard. But Unc Nunkie shook his head again.

"Gone," he said.

"No jam, either? And no cake--no jelly--no
apples--nothing but bread?"

"All," said Unc, again stroking his beard as he
gazed from the window.

The little boy brought the stool and sat beside
his uncle, munching the dry bread slowly and
seeming in deep thought.

"Nothing grows in our yard but the bread