"Aunt Minerva, I snagged--Aunt Minerva, I snagged my--my
skin, to-day."
"Let me see the place," she said absently, her eyes glued to
a paragraph describing a cannibal feast.
"I's a-settin' on it right now," he replied.
Another long silence ensued. Billy resolved to settle the
matter.
"I's gettin' sleepy," he yawned. "Aunt Minerva, I wants to
say my prayers and go to bed."
She laid her paper down and he dropped to his knees by her
side. He usually sprawled all over her lap during his
lengthy devotions, but to-night he clasped his little hands
and reared back like a rabbit on its haunches.
After he had rapidly repeated the Lord's prayer, which he
had recently learned, and had invoked blessings on all his
new friends and never-to-be-forgotten old ones, he concluded
with:
"An', O Lord, You done kep' me f'om meddlin' with Aunt Minerva's
hose any mo', an' you done kep' me f'om gittin' any mo' Easter
eggs, an' playin' any mo' Injun, an' You done kep' me f'om
lettin' Mr.
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