As he
clasped Lina's slender, graceful little hand he asked:
"And you have no father or mother, little girl?"
"Yes, I have, too," she angrily retorted. "My father and
mother are sitting right there," and she pointed a slim
forefinger to her crimson, embarrassed parents.
CHAPTER XIII
JOB AND POLLIE BUMPUS
I never have told a downright falsehood," said Lina. "Mother
taught me how wicked it is to tell stories. Did you ever
tell a fib to your mother, Frances?"
"'Tain't no use to try to 'ceive my mama," was the reply of the
other little girl; "she's got such gimlet eyes and ears she can
tell with 'em shut if you're fibbing. I gave up hope long ago,
so I just go 'long and tell her the plain gospel truth when she
asks me, 'cause I know those gimlet eyes and ears of hers 're
going to worm it out o' me somehow."
"Grown folks pin you down so close sometimes," said Jimmy, "you
bound to 'varicate a little; and I always tell God I'm sorry.
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