“Our heads will be wet,” objected one of the orphans.
“Gee!” said Willie Raby, “don’t let’s wet our heads. We ain’t got to—have we?”
“Nope,” said his brother, promptly.
There was some doubt, still, in the minds of the other boys.
“What you goin’ to say to those folks up to the big house?” demanded one of the fresh airs.
“Ain’t goin’ to say nothin’,” declared the bold Willie. “Cause why? they ain’t goin’ to know—‘nless you fellers snitch.”
“Aw, who’s goin’ to snitch?” cried the objector, angered at once by the accusation of the worst crime in all the category of boyhood. “We ain’t no tattle-tales—are we, Jim?”
“Naw. We’re as safe to hold our tongues as you an’ yer brother are, Willie Raby—so now!”
“Sure we are!” agreed the other orphans.
“Then come along,” urged the talkative twin. “Nobody’s got to know.”