His aunt's peremptory voice arrested his footsteps.
"William, come here!" she called from the porch.
He reluctantly retraced his steps.
"I am going back to the kitchen to bake a cake and I want
you to promise me not to leave the yard."
"Lemme jes' go over to Jimmy's a little while," he begged.
"No; you and Jimmy can not be trusted together; you are sure
to get into mischief, and his mother and I have decided to
keep the fence between you for a while. Now, promise me that
you will stay right in my yard."
Billy sullenly gave her the promise and she went back to her
baking.
"That's always the way now," he said, meeting his little
neighbor at the fence, "ever sence Aunt Minerva got onto
this-here promisin' business, I don' have no freedom 't all.
It's `William, promise me this,' an' it's `William, don't
ferget yo' promise now,' tell I's jes' plumb sick 'n tired
of it. She know I ain't goin' back on my word an' she jest
nachelly gits the 'vantage of me; she 'bout the hardest
'oman to manage I ever seen sence I's born.
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