"
"Well, you may sleep in your union suit to-night," said his
scandalized relative, "and I'll see what I can do for you
to-morrow. Can you undress yourself?"
Her small nephew wrinkled his nose, disdainfully. "Well, I
reckon so," he scornfully made answer. "Me an' Wilkes Booth
Lincoln been undressin' usself ever sence we's born."
"I'll come in here after a while and turn off the light.
Good-night, William."
"Good-night, Aunt Minerva," responded the little boy.
CHAPTER II
THE RABBIT'S LEFT HIND FOOT
A few minutes later, as Miss Minerva sat rocking and thinking,
the door opened and a lean, graceful, little figure, clad in a
skinny, grey union suit, came into the room.
"Ain't I a-goin' to say no prayers?" demanded a sweet, childish
voice. "Aunt Cindy hear me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln say us
prayers ev'y night sence we's born."
"Why, of course you must say your prayers," said his aunt,
blushing at having to be reminded of her duty by this young
heathen; "kneel down here by me.
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