I think
I'll just come over and set a while and help you to be good,"
and he started to the fence. Sarah Jane turned around in time
to frustrate his plans.
"You git right back, Jimmy," she yelled, "you git erway f'om
dat-ar fence an' quit confabbin' wid datar Willyum. Fixin'
to make some mo' Injuns out o' yo'selfs, ain't yeh, or some
yuther kin' o' skeercrows?"
Billy strolled to the other side of the big yard and climbed
up and sat on the tall gate post. A stranger, coming from
the opposite direction, stopped and spoke to him.
"Does Mr. John Smith live here?" he asked.
"Naw, sir," was the reply; "don't no Mr. 'tall live here;
jest me an' Aunt Minerva, an' she turns up her nose at
anything that wears pants."
"And where could I find your Aunt Minerva?" the stranger's
grin was ingratiating and agreeable.
"Why, this here's Monday," the little boy exclaimed. "Of
course she's at the Aid; all the 'omans roun' here goes to
the Aid on Monday."
"Your aunt is an old friend of mine," went on the man, "and
I knew she was at the Aid.
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