'sides, your legs 're too fat."

"We can holla," was Lina's suggestion.

"And have grown folks laughing fit to pop their sides open? I'm
'shame' to go anywheres now 'cause folks all time telling me
when I'm going to dye some more Easter eggs! Naw, we better not
holler," said Jimmy. "Ain't you going to do nothing, Billy?"

"I'll jest slide down this-here post and git the painter man to
bring his ladder back. Y' all wait up here."

Billy's solution of the difficulty seemed the safest, and they
were soon released from their elevated prison.

"I might as well go home and be learning the catechism," groaned
Lina.

"I'm going to get right in the closet soon's I get to my house,"
said Frances.

"Go on and put on your night-shirt, Billy." Billy took himself
to the bath-room and scrubbed and scrubbed; but the paint refused
to come off. He tiptoed by the kitchen where his aunt was
cooking dinner and ran into his own room.

He found the shoes and stockings which were reserved for Sunday
wear, and soon had them upon his little feet.

Miss Minerva rang the dinner-bell and he walked quietly into the