"Billy didn't propose any such thing. Come on, let's
run," she suggested.
"'Tain't no use to run," advised Jimmy. "They're too close and
done already see us. We boun' to get what's coming to us anyway,
so you might jus' as well make 'em think you ain't 'fraid of 'em.
Grown folks got to all time think little boys and girls 'r'
skeered of 'em, anyhow."
"Aunt Minerva'll sho' put me to bed this time," said Billy.
"Look like ev'y day I gotter go to bed."
"Mother will make me study the catechism all day to-morrow," said
Lina dismally.
"Mama'll lock me up in the little closet under the stairway,"
said Frances.
"My mama'll gimme 'bout a million licks and try to take all the
hide off o' me," said Jimmy; "but we done had a heap of fun."
It was some hours later. Billy's aunt had ruthlessly clipped the
turkey feathers from his head, taking the hair off in great
patches. She had then boiled his scalp, so the little boy
thought, in her efforts to remove the mucilage.
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