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CHAPTER VI.-Continued.
About this timeo tl he (efraided fowl
lOw from1 iler nest and attelled)l to
get out by her rightfuil exit. Ptid
ing it stopped up )y i wriguliig,
squirming body sle perclled herell01f
on the littie boy's n'ei aid ilapp;ed
her eiraged wings In hIs face.
"Pull!" yclled the h 4 id Igail, "hlelp
Me til'oo. iy, 'forl, thisI fool chicken
pecks all tie Ieat off 'm Illmy hones."
Billy gralbbe(d the F'ieky limbs and
ave a vHlieit tuig,. 11u the body did
lot move an inch. Als, Jimmy with
his c-aIrgo of biolien eggs was fast
"'uli :again!"' I."i the Scared and
nngr y chill, ".u 'hoIt the idjetest
ldj(t they is if you ca'!t (o no better
illY jred w ith11 all his strength,
but witl no visible rsiult.
"Pll) ha rder ! You Ilo-Colnt gimp!"
screanied tile prisoner, beating off tile
hen with his bands.
'I'll )oy On the outside, who was
strong for 1Ils years, braced iminself
and gave a mighty wr'ench of the
other child's stout extI'elities. Jim
my howled in pain and gave his
friend an elerIgetic kick.
"Lemmie go!" he shlrik(, "yol (11(1
impe'dunt blackbi ter. 1'1 goilng to
tell Miss Minerva you pulled tmy legs
out by tile roots."
A small portion of the prisoner's
blouse was v'isilie. 11ily caught olid
of It an1d gave a strong jerk. There
was a sound of rillping and tearing
and the 0(1e boy fell sprawling on
his back with1 a goodfly portion of the
younger- child's r Im111n11 t Ill his lilIs.
"Now see what you done," yelled
the victim of ils eClrgy, "you ain't
got the sense of a buffalo gnat. Oh,
oh! This hole is 'bout to cut Ily stom
ach open."
"Illish, JiMMY!" warned the other
clil(l. "Dlon't make so luch noise.
Aunt Minerva 'It hear you."
"I want her to hear me," screamed
Jimmy. "You 'd like mle to stay
stuck in a chicken hole all night. Oh!
oil! oh!''
The noise did indebd bring Billy's
aunt out on a tour of Investigation.
She had to knock a -plank off tile hen
house with an axe before Jimmy's re
lease could ho accomplished. Ile was
lifted down, red, angry, sticky, and
perspiring, and was indeed a sight to
behold.
"Billy got to Ali time plep0ose S0110
thing to get little boys inl trouble,"
he growled, "and got to all tille get
'Om stuck in, a hole in a chicken
house."
"Aly nephew's name is Williai,"
corrected shle.
"You Irposed this here yo'selft!"
cried an illndignant Billy. "Me anl'
Wilkes tdooth Lincoln donl' know noth
in'. 't ali 'bout no rabbit's eggs sence
'we's born."
"It doesn't matter whlo proposedl it,"
mild lis aunt firmly. "You are going
to be pun~tishled, William. I have just
flblished one of your night-shirts. Come
'withI me1 and~ put it onl antd go to bed.
Jimmy, you go home and show your
seif to your mother."
"Pick up yo0' shlIrt-tail offer the
grouni' what I tore off, Jimmy," ad
v'isecd 11111y, "an' take it homie to yo'
ma. Aunt Minerva," lie pleadedl, fol
lowing mlounfully behlind( heu', "pliease
don't plut me to bed ; the major hie
(don' go to bed no0 dafytitmes; I won't
never get me no mo' eggs to make
rabbit's eggs outer."
CHAPTER Viii.
Tellers of Tales.
The (lays flew rapidly by. Miss
Miner'va tisulally, at temp itedi to train
Hilly all the mor01ninig, and bly thle mid
day dinneltr hourw she wais so exhauted)(
that sile was gladl to let hlim piay in
the front) yar~d doinJg tile afternoon.
11(ere he' was ofteni joinled by the
three ciiren--u whlose aequlainitance lie
had madet the day after his arrival,
and the (Iuartet belcamne staunch
frIends andl chlums.
All four- were sitting in the swing
one warmt~ spring day, under the suir
vellhince of Hilly's aunt, sewIng on
the verandali.
"Let's tell tales," suggestedl Jimmy,
"All right," agreedl F'ranlces. "[Il
tell the first. Onice there's-"
"Naw, you ain't nelthe1r," initerruplt
ed the little bloy. "You all time talk
ing 'blout you going to tell tile first
tale. I'm going to tell tile first tale
myself. One time' they '
"No, you1 are not eliher," said
Lina positively. "Frances is a girl
aind shie A'.ght to be the first if she
Wants to. D~on't you thin1k so, Billy?"
"Yas, I 11009," chlamplionled he; "go
ITat little girn, thus encouraged,
prolceeded to tell the first tale:
"Once there 'a a manif named Mr.
Elisha, and he hlad a friend named
Mr. IElijah, so his mantelpiece fell on
top of his head and make him per
fectly bald; lhe hasn't got a sinlgie
hair and lhe hlasn't got any mlonley,
'cause mama readl me 'bout he rented
his garments, which is clo'es, 'cause
he didn't have none at all what be
long to himi. I a'pec.' he just rerated
lhin a si:rt and a 'pair o' breochles
anad wore 'emn next to is hide 'thout
nor unlerrhirt at aill. Ile' was dJrea'fhjl
1'oor and had a miser'bte times and
mean Mr, Per'dventure took b m up
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wheni he come down some bad little
children say, 'Go 'long back, bald
head!' and they make pock-mocks on
him. Seems like everybody treat him
bad, so he cuss 'em, so I tiever see
anybody with a bald head 'thout I run,
'cause I don't want to get cussed. So
two Teddy bears come out of the
woods and ate up forty-two hunderd
of 'em."
"Why, Frances," reproved Lina,
"you always get things wrong. I don't
believe they ate up that inany chil
dren."
"Yes, they did too," championed
Jimmy, " 'cause it's in the Bible and
Miss Cecilia 'splained all 'bout it to
me, and she's our Sunday school
teacher and 'bout the bullyest 'splain
er they is. Them Teddy bears ate up
'bout a million chillens, which is all
the little boys and girls two Teddy
bears can hold at a time."
"I knows a man what ain't got no
hair 't all on his head," remarked
Billy; "ho's a conjure-man an' me
an' Wilkes Dlooth Lincoln been talkin'
to him ever sence we's born an' he
ain't never cuss us, an' I ain't never
got eat up by no Teddy bears neither.
lluccome him to be bald? lie's out
in the flel' one day a'pickin' cotton
when he sees a tu'key buzzard an' he
talk to her like this:
"'I say tu'key buzzard, I say,
Who shall I see unexpected to
day?'
"If she flop her wings three times
you goin' to see yo' sweetheart, but
this-here buzzard ain't flop no wings 't
all; she jes' lean over an' th'ow up
on his head an' he been bald ever
sence: ev'y single hair come out."
"Did you-all hear 'bout that 'Talian
Dago that works on the section gang
eating a buzzard?" asked Frances.
"Naw," said Billy. "Did it make
hii sick?"
"That it (lid," she answered; "he
sent for Doctor Sanford and tells him,
'Me killa de big bird, me cat-a de big
bird, de big bird make-a me seek.'"
"Them Dagoes 'bdut the funniesl
talking folks they is," said Jimmy
"but they got to talk that way 'caus<
it's in the Bible. They 'sputed on th<
tower of Babel and the Lord say 'Con
found you!' Miss Cecilia 'splained I
all to me and she's 'bout the dandies
'splainer they is."
"You may tell your tale now
Jimmy," said Lina.
"I'm going to tell 'bout William Tel
'cause lie's in the Bible," said Jim
my. "Once they's a man name'
"William Tell isn't in the Bible,'
declared Lina.
"Yes, he is too," contended the lit
tle boy, "Miss Cecillia 'splained it tc
me. You all time setting yourself up
The Defrauded Fowl
to know more'n me and Miss Cecilia.
One time they's a man name' William
Tell and he had a little boy what's
the cutest kid they is and the devil
come 'long and temp' him. Tfhen the
Lord say, 'William Tell, you andl Adlam
and Eve een taste everything they
ia in the garden 'cepting this one ap
pie tree; you can get all the pears
andi bunnanas and peaches and grapes
and oranges and plume arnd persini
mons and scalybarks and fig leaves
and 'bout a million otheor kinds of
fruiit if you want to, but dlon't you
tech a single apple.' And the dlevil
temp' him and say he going to put
his cap on a polo and everybody got
to b)ow' down to it for a idol and it
William Tell don't bow down to it he
got to shoot a apple for good or evil
of'm his little boy's head. TIhait's al
the lit tie boy William Tell and Adam
and Eve got, but he ain't going to tail
d1own and worship no gravy image on
top a pole, so he put a tomahawk in
his bosom and ho tooken his bo0w and
arrub and shiot the apple plumb th'oo
the middle and unever swlngQ a hair
'of. ~s *)aAnd Eve nibble otf the
a9~e 2 PqA~u the ,core, apd
Eve and William Tell ain't in the
Bible. They're our first parents."
"Now, Billy, you tell a tale and then
it will be my time," said Lina with .a
saving-the-best-for-the-last air.
"Once they was a ol' witch," said.
Billy, "what got outer her skin ev'y
night an' lef' it on the he'rth an'
turut herself to a great, big, black cat
an' go up the chim'ly an' go roun' an'
ride folks fer horses, an' set on ev'y
body's chils' an' suck they breath an'
kill 'em an' then come back to bed
An' can't nobody kptch her tell one
night her husban' watch her an' he
see her jump outer her skin an' drop
it on the he'rth an' turn to a'normous
black cat an' go up the chim'ly. An'
he got outer the bed an' put some salt
an' pepper an' vinegar on the skin an'
she come back an' turnt to a 'oman
an' try to git back in her skin an'
she can't 'cause the salt an' pepper
an' vinegar mos' burn her up, an' she
keep on a-tryin' an'. she can't never
snuggle inter her skin 'cause it keel)
on a burnin' worser 'n ever, an' there
she is a 'oman 'thout no skin on. So
she try to turn back to a cat an' she
can't 'cause it's pas' twelve erelock,
an' she Jest srwivvle an' swivvle tell
fine'ly she jest swivyle all up. An'
that was the las' of the ole witch an'
her husban' live happy ever after
Ame"n."
"Ojice upon a time," said Una,
"there was a beautiful maiden and she
was in love, but her wicked old pa
rent wants her to marry a rich old
man threescore and ten years old.
which is 'most all the old you can
get unless you are going to die; and
the lovely princess, said, 'No. father,
you may cut me in the twain but I
will never marry any but my true
love.' So the wicked parent shut up
the lovely maiden in a high tower
many miles from the ground, and
made her live on turnips and she had
nothing else to eat; so one day when
she was crying a little fairy flew in
at the window and asked, 'Why do you
weep, fair one?' And she said, 'A
wicked parent hath shut me up and
I can't ever see my lover any more.'
So the fairy touched her head with
her wand and told her to hang her
hair out of the window, and she did
and it reached the ground, and her
lover, holding a rope ladder in one
hand and playing the guitar and sing
ing with the other, climbed up by her
hair and took her down on the ladder
and his big black horse was standing
near, all b.ooted and spurred, and they
rode away and lived happy ever
after."
"How he goin' to clam' up, Lina,"
asked Billy, "with a rope ladder in one
hand and his guitar in the other?"
"I don't know," was the dignified
answer. "That is the way it is told
it niy fairy-tale book."
CHAPTER IX.
Changing the Ethiopian.
Billy and Jimmy were sitting in the
swing.
"What makes your hair curl just
like a girl's?" asked the latter. "It's
'bout the curliest hair they is."
"Yes, it do," was Billy's mournful
response. "It done worry me 'mos'
to death. Ever sence me an' Wilkes
Booth Lincoln's born we done try
ev'thing fer to get the curl out. They
falaseln {oejtuf fnafotl
whrat he call 'No-To-Kink' what he say
wouldi take the kink outer any nig
ger's head, An' Aunt Cindy bought a
bottle fer to take the kink outer hler
hair an' me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln
put some on us heads an' it jes' make
mine curlier'n what it was already. I's
'shame' to go roun' folks with my cap
off, a-lookin' like a frizzly chicken.
Miss Cecilia say she like it though,
an' we's engaged. We's goin' to git
married soon's I puts on long parits."
"Hlow long you been here, Billy?"
asked the other boy.
"Well, I don't know per'xactly, but
I been to Sunday-School four times
I got engagedl to Miss Cecilia that
very firs' Sunday, but he (lid n' know
it tell I went over to her. house the
nex' day ain' tol' her 'bout it. She
say she think may hair is so pretty."
"Pretty nothin'," sniered his r'ival
"She juis' stufnn' you fuiler'n a tick
with hot air. It Just makes you look
like a girl. There's a young lady come
to, epcnd ar week with my mama not
iong ago, and she put somepin' on her
head to make it right yeller, Bhe left
the bottle to our houa and I kr-m.
Where 't is. Maybe If you'd put -some
*I that on your head 'twould take the
Curl out."
" 0 'Tain't nothin' a-goin' to do it no
good," gloomily replied Billy. "''Twould
Jest make it yeller'n what 'tis now,
Won't I be a pretty sight wheti I puts
on lorig pants with these here yaller
curls stuck on topper. my head? I'd
'nuther sight ruther be bat'-headed."
"Bonnie' Dick's got 'bout the kinki
est head they is."
Bennie Dick was the two-year-old
baby of Mrs. Garner's cook, Sarah
Jane.
"It sho' is," replied Billy ''Would A't
he look funny if he had yaller hair,
'cause his face is so black?"
"I know where the bottle is," cried
Jimmy, snatching eagerly at thesug
gestion. "Let's go get it and put some
on Bennie Dick's head and see if it'll
turn it yeller."
"Aunt Minerva don' want me to go
over to yo' house," objected Billy.
"You all time talking 'bout Miss
Mlinerva won't let you go 'nowheres;
she sure is imperdunt to you. You
'bout the 'fraidest boy they is. . . .
Come on. Billy," pleaded Jimmy.
The little boy hesitated.
"I don't want to git Aunt Minerva:s'
dander up any more'n I jest natchelly
"I'm Going to Be an in
boun' to," he said, following Jimmy
reluctantly to the fence; "but I'll jes'
take a look at that bottle an' see ef
it looks anything 't all like 'No-To
Kink'."
Giggling mighttly, they jumped the
dividing fence and slipped with
stealthy tread around the house to
Sarah Jane's cabin in the back-yard.
Bennie Dici5 was sitting on the floor
before the open door, the entrance of
which was securely barricaded to keep
him inside. Sarah Jane was in the
kitchen cooking supper; they could
hear her happy voice raised in relig
lous melody; Mrs. Garner had not yet
returned from a card party; the coast
was clear, and the time propitious.
Jimmy tiptoed to the house'and soon
returned with a big bottle of a power
ful "blondine" in one hand and a stick
of candy in the other.
"Bennie Dick," he said, "here's a
nice stick of candy for you if you'll
let us wash your head."
The negro baby's thick, red lips
curved in a grin of delight, his shiny
ebony face beamed happily, his round
black eyes sparkled as he held out
his fat, rusty little hands. He sucked
greedily at the candy as the two mis
chievous little boys uncorked the bot
tle and lpoured a generous supply of
the liquid on his head. They rubbed
it in wehI, grinning with delight. They
made a second and a third application
before the bottle was exhausted; then
they stood off to view the result of
their efforts. Trho effect was ludi
crouis. The combination of coal black
skin and red goldi hair presented by
the little negro exceeded the wildest
expectations of Jimmy and Billy. They
shrieked with laughter and rolled over
and over on the floor in their un
bounded delight.
"Hlush!" warned Jimmy suddenly,
"I believe Sarah Jane's coming out
here to see 'bout Benny Dlick. Let's
got behind the ddor arid see what's
she's going to do."
"'Hit were goodl fer Paul an' Silas,
Hit were good for Paul an' Silas,
Hit were good for Paul an' Silas,
An' bit's good ernough for me.'"
floated Sarah Jane's song nearer and
nearer.
"'Hit's do old time erligion,
Hit's de ole time'
She caught sight of her baby with
his glistening black face and golden
hair. She threw up her hands, closed
her eyes, and uttered a terrified
shriek. Presently she slowly opened
her eyes and took a second peer at
her curious-looking offspring. Sarah
Jane screamed aloud:
"Hit's do handiwork or do great Je
hoshaphati Hit's do Marster's sign.
Who turnt yo' hair, Benny Dick?" she
asked of the sticky little pickaninny
sitting happily on the floor. "Is a
angel been here?"
Benny Dick nodded his head with
a delighted grin of comprehension.
"Hit's de doing er do Lord," cried
his mother. "He gwine turn my chile
white an' do done begunt on his
headl!".
There was an ecstatic giggle from
behind the door.
Sarah Jane rushed inside as fast as
her mammoth proportions would ad
mit and caught a culprit in each huge
black paw.
"WVhat yer up ter now, Jimmy Gar
ner?'' she asked, "What yer been or
doing?"
Sudden suspicion entered her mind
as she caught sight~ of the empty
bottle lying on a chair. "You been or
nutti"' muthin' on my chile's headi I
knows yet .'I 0ig ter make yo'
mamimy gi'YO 4 dwo'ses' whippin'
yer eber got an' I's gwine ter take
die here William rilht ober ter Miss
Minerva. Ain't y'all -'bame'. or yer
selves? ir tamperia' wid de ha'r
what do good Lord put on er colored
pusson's head an' er-tryin' for ter
scarify my teelin's like yer done. An'
yer hear me, I's gwine see dat some
body got ter scarify yer hides."
"If that ain't just like you, Billy,"
said Jimmy, "you all time got to per
pose to make nigger heads yeller and
you all time getting little boys in trou
ble. You 'bout the smart Alexist jack
rabbit they'is."
"You perposed this here hair busi
ness yo'self, Jimmy," retorted his fel
low-conspirator. "You's always blam
in' yo' meanness on somebody else
ever sence you's born."
"Hit don't matter who perposed
lilt," said Sarah Jane firmly; "mean
ness has been did, an' y' gotter be
structified on de place pervided by
natur' for ter- lot my chile erlone."
CHAPTER X.
Lol The Poor Indians.
Billy had just decided to run down
to the livery stable to pay Sam Lamb
an Chief," He Boasted.
a visit when the gate opened, and
Lina and Frances, their beloved dolls
in their arms, came skipping in.
Jimmy, who had had a difference
with Billy and was in the sulks on
his own side of the fence, immediately
climbed over and joined the others
in the swing. He was lonesome and
the prospect of companionship was
too alluring for him to nurse his an
ger longer.
"Aunt Minerva's gone to the Aid
Society," remarked the host. "Don't
y' all wish it met ev'y day 'stid 'er
jes' meetin' ev'y Monday?"
"Yes I do," agreed Frances, "you
can have so much fun when our ma
mas go to the Aid. My mama's gone
too, so she left me with Brother and
he's w.iting a love letter to Ruth
Shelton, so I slipped off."
"Mother has gone to the Aid, too,"
said Lina.
"My mama too," chimed in Jimmy,
"she goes to the Aid every Monday
and to card parties nearly all the
time. She telled Sarah Jane to 'tend
to me and Sarah Jane's asleep. I hear
her snoring? Ain't we glad ther'e ain't
no grown folks to meddle? Can't we
have fun ?"
"What'll we play?" asked Frances,
who had deliberately stepped in a
mud puddle on the way, and splashed
mud all over herself, "let's make mud
pies."
"Naw, we ain't a-going to make no
mud pies," objected Jimmy, "We can
make mud pies all time when grown
folks 'r' looking at you,"
"Let's play sumpin' what we ain't
never play, sense we's born," put in
Dilly.
"I hope grandmother won't miss
me," said Lina, "she's reading a very
interesting book."
"Let's plan Injun!" yelled Jimmy;
"we ain't never play' Injun."
This suggestion was r'eceived with
howls of delight.
"My mama's got a box of red stuff
that she Puts on her face when she
goes to card parties. She never puts
none On when she just goes to tihe
Aid. I can run home and get the box
to make us red like Injuns," said
IFrances.
"My mother has a box of paint,
too."
"I ain't never see Aunt Minerva put
no red stuff onj her face," remarked
IBilly, disappointedly.
"Miss Minerva, she don't never let
the Major' come to see her, nor go to
no car'd parties, is th0e reason," ex
ilained the younger boy, "rho just
goes to the Aid where they ain't no
meon, and you don't hafter put no red
on your face at the Aid. We'll let
you have some of our paint, Billy.
My mama's got 'bout a million diff'ent
kinds(1."
"We got to have pipes," was Fran
Ces's next suggestion.
"My papa's got 'bout a million
pip~es," boastedl Jimmy, "but he got
'em to the office, I spec'."
"Father has a meerschauim."
"Aunt Minerva ain't got no pipe."
"Miss Minerva's 'bout the curiousest
woman they is," said Jimmy; "she
ain't got nothing a tall; she ain't got
no paint and she ain't got no pipe."
"Ladies don't use pipes, and wve
can do without thenm anyway," saidl
Lina, "but we must have feathers; all
Indians wear feathers."
."I'll get my mama's duster," said
Jimmy.
"Me, too," chimed in Frpmnces.
IHere Billy With flying colors came
to the fore ptnd redeemed Miss Mineor
va's waning reputation.
"Aunt Minerva's got a great, big
buncher tu'key feathers' 1 Cau tit
'em right n9w," and te aitW g
flew into the house and wa a
a few seconds.
"We must have blankets, of.a
said Lina, with the air of one whe
word is law; "mother has a genuine
Navajo."
"I got a little bow'narruh what
Santa Claus bringed me," put in Jim.
my.
"We can use hatchets for toma.
hawks," continued the little girl.
"Come on, Frances; let us go home
and get our things and come back
here to dress up. Run, Jimmy, get
your things! You, too, Dillyl" she
commanded.
The children ran breathlessly to
their homes nearby. and collected the
different articles necessary to trans
form them into presentable Indians.
They soon returned, Jimmy duwrp/"
ing his load over the fence and t Pm.
bling after; and the happy quarette
sat down on the grass in Miss pNiner
va's yard. First the paint boxeb were
opened and generously shardd with
Billy, as with their handkercbiefs they
spread thick layers of rouge,bver their
charming, bright, mischieVous litt
faces.
The feather decoration, was next in
order.
"How we goin' to malW these feath
era stick?" asked -Billy.
They were In a dilemma till the re
sourceful Jimmy came to the rescue.
"Wait a minute," he cried, "I'll be
back 'fore you can say 'Jack Robin
soil'."
He rolled ove' the fence and was
back in a few minutes, gleefully hold
ing up a bottle.
"This muc-lage '11 make 'em stick,"
he panted, almost out of breath.
Lina assumed charge of . the head
dresses. She took Billy first, rubbed
the mucilage well into his sunny curls,
.and filled his head full of his aunt's
turkey feathers, leaving them to stick
out awkwardly in all directions and
at all angles. Jimmy and Frances,
after robbing their mothers' dusters,
were similarly decorated, and last,
Lina, herself, was tastefully arrayed
by the combined efforts of the other
three.
At last all were in readiness.
Billy, regardless of consequences
had pinned his aunt's newest g
blanket around him and was vie
with satisfied admiration, its
length trailing on the grass bc
him; Lina had her mother's trea,
Navajo blanket draped aroun
graceful little figure; Frances
pulling the covers off of sever
and finding nothing to suit h(
fiul taste, had snatched a
silk afghan from the leath,'
in the library. It was an a
affair of intricate pattern.
stitches, and beautiful c
with a purple velvet border
low satin lining. She hr
one corner of it through t
die and torn a big rep
place. Jimmy was glorit
red blanket, carrying .
and arrow.
"I'm going to be th.
hie boaited.
"I'm going to b a T,
parroted Frances.
"Chief, nothing!
all time trying t
You 'bout the .
they Is. You c
you got tobe
'r' name' squ
chiefs. I'm
li-self."
"You ce:..
my," rep
to say 'b'li\
"Yes, ait
ting By l's
a nd Vm g [.!....{
".Wrell, I a
said ' Lina pri
me to be geomn
genteel.
."I tell you
Frances, "you
'Cowv' is genute
'em."
"Naw, I ain't
no cow, neither,'
Indian, "you all ti
somebody to be nax
"lHe can't be nam
now entered the dl
he ain't 110 girl. WI
name' 'Settin' Steer'? i,
teel, Lina?" he anxious
"Yes, lie can be namea
Steer'," she granted. Jimmy agreax'
to the compromise, peace wasem
more restored.
"Frances and Lina got to be thg
squashes-" he began.
"It isn't 'squashes,' it is '5quaWs?"
corrected Lina.
"Yes, 'tis squashes too," persistes,
Jimmy, "'cause it's in the Bible and
Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me and
she's 'bout the high-steppingest
'splainer they is. Me and Billy is ths -
chiefs," he shouted, capering around'
"andl you and Frances is the squashes .
and got to have papooses strop' to
your back."
"Bonnie Dick can be a papoose,"
suggested Billy.
"I'm not going to be a Injun squash
if I got to have a nigger papoose
sti apped to my back;" cried an In
dignant Frances. "You can strap hise
to your own back, Billy,".
"But I, ain't no squash," objecte#
that little Indian.
"We can have our dolls for papoos,
es," said Lina, going, to the swing
where the dolls had been left, Billy
pulled a piece of string fr'om lisa pock.
et and the babies were safely strappel
to their mothers' backs. With statell
treaid, headed by Sitting Steer, the
children marched bar'k and forth
nacross the lawn in indian file.
So absorbed were they in playina
1ndian~ that they forgot the flight 01
time until their chief suddeniy
stopped, ali his brave valor gone aS
lie pointed with trembling finger ug -
the street.
(3ro 13m1 rOnTanntu