She had to knock a plank off the hen-house with
an axe before Jimmy's release could be accomplished. He was
lifted down, red, angry, sticky, and perspiring, and was indeed
a sight to behold.
"Billy got to all time perpose something to get little boys in
trouble," he growled, "and got to all time get 'em stuck in a
hole in a chicken-house."
"My nephew's name is William," corrected she.
"You perposed this here yo'self!" cried an indignant Billy. "Me
an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln don' know nothin' 't all 'bout no
rabbit's eggs sence we's born."
"It doesn't matter who proposed it," said his aunt firmly. "You
are going to be punished, William. I have just finished one of
your night-shirts. Come with me and put it on and go to bed.
Jimmy, you go home and show yourself to your mother."
"Pick up yo' shirt-tail offer the groun' what I tore off, Jimmy,"
advised Billy, "an' take it home to yo' ma. Aunt Minerva," he
pleaded, following mournfully behind her, "please don't put me to
bed; the Major he don' go to bed no daytimes; I won't never get
me no mo' eggs to make rabbit's eggs outer.
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