After a bit Willie and Dickie found the watchfulness of their sister somewhat irksome.
“Say!” the talkative twin observed, “you ain’t got no reason to be so sharp on us, Sadie Raby. You run away your ownself—didn’t she, Dickie?”
“Yep,” agreed the oracular one.
“An’ we don’t want no gal follerin’ us around and tellin’ us to ‘stop’ all the time—do we, Dickie?”
“Nope.”
“We’re big boys now,” declared Willie, strutting like the young bantam he was. “There ain’t nothin’ goin’ to hurt us. We’re too big——”
“What’s that on your finger—— No! the other one?” snapped Sadie, eyeing Willie sharply.
“Scratch,” announced the boy.
“Where’d you get it?”
“I—I cut it on the cat,” admitted Willie, with less bombast.