Bennie Dick 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 religious 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 powerful "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 mischievous little boys uncorked the bottle
and, poured a generous supply of the liquid on his head. They
rubbed it in well, 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.
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