“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 dining-room trying to make as little noise and to attract as little attention from his aunt as possible; but she fastened her eyes at once upon his feet.
“What are you doing with your shoes on, William?” she asked.
Billy glanced nonchalantly at her.