Now you-all
spraddle out your fingers."
CHAPTER XIV.
Mr. ALGERNON JONES
Again was it Monday, with the Ladies Aid Society in session.
Jimmy was sitting on the grass in his own front yard, in
full view of Sarah Jane, who was ironing clothes in her
cabin with strict orders to keep him at home. Billy was in
the swing in Miss Minerva's yard.
"Come on over," he invited.
"I can't," was the reply across the fence, "I'm so good now
I 'bout got 'ligion; I reckon I'm going to be a mish'nary
or a pol'tician, one or t' other when I'm a grownup man
'cause I'm so good; I ain't got but five whippings this
week. I been good ever since I let you 'suade me to play
Injun. I'm the goodest little boy in this town, I 'spec'.
Sometimes I get scared 'bout being so good 'cause I hear a
woman say if you too good, you going to die or you ain't got
no sense, one. You come on over here; you ain't trying to be
good like what I'm trying, and Miss Minerva don't never do
nothing a tall to you 'cepting put you to bed.
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