The Prescott daily news., 1912-01-06
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gentle, retiring children known gen erally as not daring, to speak above whisper.
 There was no answer So, mutter- irg to himself, Well, l guess she aint at home or l guess she said she was going downtown today" he made @ very subdued, genteel exit
 But Kendall had reckoned without his host. Before he had reached the street he was stopped by voice from the front upstairs window. Mrs. Boyd had not been KendalPs another twelve years without having become more or less acquainted with his ways.
 Kendall, dear" she said, where are you going?'
 Kendall halted on the lower step and kicked the newel post viciously. Then he regarded the toe of his shoe with great disfavor.
 Play ball." he said. lover In the lot with the fellers."
 But, you know, dancing school be- gins today" and his mother, sweetly. You must come in and get ready"
 She withdrew her head discreetly in time to avoid being convicted of hearing her son respond. "Aw, rats on dancing school! l ain't going!"
 Then Kendall sat down on the step and bumped the railing with his bat for several minutes. There was no further sound from the house and he repeated his former remarks in loud CT tone: "Aw, rats on old dancing, school! I ain't going this year!"
 Say, mother!" he shouted, bellig- erently. q ain't going to change my clothes, anyway. These Is good enough for old dancing school"
 There was no response.
 "Aw, rats!" Kendall said once more. "I wish there hadn't never been an old dancing school. Then maybe I wouldn't have to go."
 After relieving his mind by giving the steps several much louder knocks than before, he rose and went into the house, kicking each step as he went He draped himself about the banisters and swung there noisily until the sound of the maternal voice came to him from the upper regions.
 Come up, Kendall, and begin dress ing"
 "Aw, l don't want to go to old danc ing school" Kendall reiterated. Ken dalls vocabulary was somewhat limit ei. Say, mother, don't make me SC this year. Nobody but sissy boys gC to dancing school"
 There was no reply. Mrs. Boyd was past mistress of the art of coercion by silence
 Well, anyway, I'm just going tc wear my school clothes. I'll take my pumps, but these clothes is good enough"
 Clump! Clump! Clump!
 Say, mother!" said a voice from the depths of Kendalls closet. q don't have to wash my neck, do I? Say gee! 1 gave it good wash this morn ing. ain't going to wash 1t agair this afternoon"
 Silence.
 Well, anyway, l ain't going to wast 1t tonight before go to bed if I have to wash it this afternoon. I don't sec what difference 1t makes. Tn clean enough to go and dance with { lot of girls and lot of sissy boys"
 Splash, splash, splash, from the bathroom.
 Say, mother l aint going to dance with no girls this afternoon Maybe I'll dance with the teacher, but bel l won't dance with no girls. Girls they make me tired!" Silence.
 Say, mother, don't have to put or clean shirt, do I? l don't see what makes you want me to put on SC many clean things Gee, I bet dadl be mad when he secs how big tho laundry bill is." Silence.
 Say, mother, this stockings got a hole In it." Cant I wear the ones have on? We'll, anyway, I bet if do have to dance with the girls TT pinch their fingers so they won't want to dance with me again. Girls mal me awful tired!"
 Say, mother, my foot hurts me aw ful, l bet my ankles sprained. Any way, l bet it will be if l dance all afternoon
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