"That's Leon Tipton, Aunt Ella's little boy. He just come
out from Memphis to spend the day with me and I'll be awful
glad when he goes home; he's 'bout the stuck-up-est kid they
is, and skeery? He's 'bout the 'fraidest young un ever you see.
And look at him now? Wears long curls like a girl and don't
want to never get his clean clo'es dirty."
"I think he's a beautiful little boy," championed Lina. "Call
him over here, Jimmy."
"Naw, I don't want to. You all'll like him a heap better
over there; he's one o' these-here kids what the furder you
get 'way from 'em, the better you like 'em."
"He sho' do look lonesome," said Billy; "'vite him over,
Jimmy."
"Leon!" screamed his cousin, "you can come over here if you
wantta."
The lonesome-looking little boy promptly accepted the invitation,
and came primly through the two gates. He walked proudly to the
swing and stood, cap in hand, waiting for an introduction.
"Why didn't you clam' the fence, 'stead of coming th'oo the
gates?" growled Jimmy.
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