She tossed the hen on the ground, where it lay gasping for air and half drowned.
Skeeter sat and cackled like another hen.
“Shut up, you little devil!” Ginny Babe squalled. “I’ll ketch you an’ do you de same way!”
“Whut ails de hen, Ginny?” Skeeter laughed.
“She wants to sot, an’ I ain’t got no eggs to put under her,” Ginny whooped. “I locked her up in de wood-house an’ she foun’ a ole china door-knob an’ sot on dat. I put her in de corn-crib an’ she sot down on a lot of corn-cobs an’ tried to hatch ’em out. I’s ducked her in dat barrel of water ’bout fo’teen times, an’ it ain’t done no good whatsumever. I never did see such a fool!”
“Why don’t you try on somepin else?” Skeeter giggled.
“Whut’s dat?” Ginny whooped.
“Pour a leetle coal-ile on her tail an’ sot it on fire,” Skeeter snickered. “I figger she won’t sot no more atter dat.”
“By gosh, I’ll do it!” Ginny Babe howled.
She walked over and pushed the hen with her foot.