"You 'bout the prissiest boy they is.
Well, why don't you set down?"
"Introduce me, please," said the elegant little city boy.
"Interduce your grandma's pussy cats," mocked Jimmy. "Set
down, I tell you."
Frances and Lina made room for him between them and soon
gave him their undivided attention, to the intense envy and
disgust of the other two little boys.
"I am Lina Hamilton," said the little girl on his right.
"And I'm Frances Black, and Jimmy ought to be 'shamed to
treat you like he does."
"I knows a turrible skeery tale," remarked a malicious
Billy, looking at Lina and Frances. "If y' all wa'n't girls
I 'd tell it to you."
"We aren't any more scared 'n you, William Hill," cried
Frances, her interest at once aroused; "I already know 'bout
`raw meat and bloody bones' and nothing's scarier 'n that."
"And I know `Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the blood of an
Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll ground his bones
to make me bread,"' said Lina.
"This-here tale," continued Billy, glueing his big eyes to those
of the little stranger, "is one Tabernicle learnt fer a speech
at school.
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