How Sam Was Caught — 229
An old lady who was making some jam was called upon by a neighbour. “Sam, you rascal,” she said, “you’ll be eating my jam when I’m away.” Sam protested he’d die first; but the whites of his eyes rolled hungrily towards the bubbling crimson. “See here, Sam,” said the old lady, taking up a piece of chalk, “I’ll chak your lips, and on my return I’ll know if you’ve eaten any.” So saying, she passed her forefinger over the thick lip of the darkey, holding the chalk in the palm of her hand, and not letting it touch him. When she came back, she did not need to ask any question, for Sam’s lips were chalked a quarter of an inch thick.