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Calhoun, Frances Boyd, 1867-1909

"Miss Minerva and William Green Hill"

It's all 'bout a 'oman what was buriet in a graveyard
with a diamant ring on her finger, an' a robber come in the
night--"
The child's tones were guttural, thrilling, and hair-raising as
he glared into the eyes of the effeminate Leon, "an' a robber come
in the night an' try to cut it off, an' ha'nts was groanin' an' the
win' moan 'oo-oo' an--"
Leon could stand it no longer.
"I am going right back," he cried rising with round, frightened
eyes, "I am not going to sit here and listen to you, scaring
little girls to death. You are a bad boy to scare Lina and Frances
and I am not going to associate with you;" and this champion of
the fair sex stalked with dignity across the yard to the gate.
"I'm no more scared 'n nothing," and indignant Frances hurled at
his back. "you're just scared yourself."
Jimmy giggled happily. "What'd I tell you all," he cried,
gleefully. "Lina and Frances got to all time set little 'fraid
cats 'tween 'em," he snorted. "It's just like I tell you, he's
the sissyest boy they is; and he don't care who kiss him neither;
he'll let any woman kiss him what wants to.


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