"I'll betcher he never asked God to forgive him when he 'ceived
his papa and sassed his mama,"--this from Jimmy, "and Doctor
Sanford's just a-keeping old Satan from getting him to toast on
a pitchfork."
"I hope they'll have a Christmas tree at Sunday-School next
Christmas," said Frances, harking back, "and I hope I'll get a
heap o' things like I did last Christmas. Poor little Tommy
Knott he's so skeered he wasn't going to get nothing at all on the
tree so he got him a great, big, red apple an' he wrote on a piece
o' paper `From Tommy Knott to Tommy Knott,' and tied it to the
apple and put it on the tree for hi'self."
"Let's ask riddles," suggested Lina.
"All right," shouted Frances, "I'm going to ask the first."
"Naw; you ain't neither," objected Jimmy. "You all time got
to ask the first riddle. I'm going to ask the first one--
"`Round as a biscuit, busy as a bee,
Prettiest little thing you ever did see?'--
'A watch.
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