Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1912-02-29

got to perpose to clam ladder and
all time got to let the ladder get loose
from him." growled Jimmy. eve done
cooked a goose egg, this time. You
got us up here, Billy, how you going
to get us DOWN.
81 did MT, neither"
"Well, it S Miss Minerals house
and she s your aunt and we s your
company and you got 70 be 'sponsible."
'T can clam down this-here post"
said the responsible party.
Il can climb down 1t, too" sec.
onded Frances.
You can't clam down nothing at
all" said Jimmy CONTEMPORARY
Talk bout you can clam down a
post; you d fall and bust yourself
| wide open; you bout the clumsiest
girl there is; sides, your legs re too
/ fat"
I'VE can holla," was Lina's sugges-
ton. . fr-,:
And have grown folks laughing fit
to pop Their. sides open? m shame
to 90 anyWheras now cause folks all
time telling me when / m going to
dye some more Easter eggs! Nav,
we better not ,holler," said Jimmy.
Amt you going to do nothing, Billy"
~ III Jest slide down this-here post
and git the, painter man to bring his
b ladder back. Y all wait up here"
Billy's solution Of the difficulty
seemed the safes, I'D they were soon
released from their elevated prison.
81 might as well go home and be
learning the catechism," groaned Lima.
81 m going to get right in the closet
soon s get to my house." said Fran
ces. go on and put on your night
shirt, Billy"
Billy took himself to the bathroom
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.
Don't you think. Aunt Minerva" he
made answer, 81 s gittin' too big to go
'thout any shoes? l s mos ready to
put on long pants, an how'd l look,
I'd jest like to know, goin' round bare
footed an got on long breeches.
don believe II go barefooted no mo-
Ill jest wear my shoes ev'y day"
81 just believe you won't. Go take
them off at once and hurry back to
your dinner"
"Lemme jest wait tell I eats" he
begged, hoping to postpone the evil
hour of exposure.
mo, go at once, and be sure and
wash your hands,"
Miss Minerva spled the paint the in
slant he made his second entrance
and Immediately inquired, How did
you get that paint on your feet?"
The little boy took his seat at the
table and looked up at her with his
sweet, attractive, winning smile.
Paint pertec's little boys feets," he
said, IAN keeps 'em fom gittin' hurt
ed, Aunt Minerva, don't it?"
Miss Minerva laid down her fork
and gave her nephew her undivided
attention.
you have been getting into mischief
again, see. William; now tell me all
about it. Are you afraid of mef'
"Yas M" was his prompt response,
IAN don't want to be put to bed
neither The major he would MT put |
little boys to bed day times"
She blushed and eyed him thought
fully. She was making slow progress
with the child, she knew, yet she stin |
felt 1t her stern duty to be very strict |
with him and. having laid down Ger. |