Margery tossed about on her little bed in helpless rage and scorn. Why, the creature was a regular Delilah!
Again Henry kept silence. But this time Gladys's question was answered in another way. From up the street came the various noises that announce the approach of a crowd of boys.
"Here they come now," Gladys exclaimed in candid satisfaction.
Yes, without doubt they were coming. When they saw Henry they began immediately a taunting sing-song:
"Oh, Henry, can't guess who I seen in swimmin'! Can't guess who I seen in swimmin'!"
Henry dashed off the porch and the chorus scattered in various directions. One saucy voice sang as it ran:
Motheh, may I go out to thwim?
Yeth, my darlin' daughter;
Hang your cloth' ...
Yes, that was the whole thing in a nutshell, Margery thought. It was exactly how they always talked to girls.
Hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
And don't go near the water!