"Naw 'm, I don' need no night-shirt. I jest sleeps in my unions
and sometimes in my overalls."

"Well, you may sleep in your union suit to-night," said his
scandalized relative, "and I'll see what I can do for you
to-morrow. Can you undress yourself?"

Her small nephew wrinkled his nose, disdainfully. "Well, I
reckon so," he scornfully made answer. "Me an' Wilkes Booth
Lincoln been undressin' usself ever sence we's born."

"I'll come in here after a while and turn off the light.
Good-night, William."

"Good-night, Aunt Minerva," responded the little boy.




CHAPTER II

THE RABBIT'S LEFT HIND FOOT


A few minutes later, as Miss Minerva sat rocking and thinking,
the door opened and a lean, graceful, little figure, clad in a
skinny, grey union suit, came into the room.

"Ain't I a-goin' to say no prayers?" demanded a sweet, childish
voice. "Aunt Cindy hear me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln say us