"She stole it off our clo'es-line an' gave it to me."
"You go get your hair cut!" said the stranger hotly. "Yah! I haven't
got any sister!"
"I know you haven't at home," Georgie responded. "I mean the one
that's in jail."
"I dare you to get down off that pony!"
Georgie jumped to the ground, and the other boy descended from the
Reverend Mr. Smith's gatepost--but he descended inside the gate. "I
dare you outside that gate," said Georgie.
"Yah! I dare you half way here. I dare you--"
But these were luckless challenges, for Georgie immediately vaulted
the fence--and four minutes later Mrs. Malloch Smith, hearing strange
noises, looked forth from a window; then screamed, and dashed for the
pastor's study. Mr. Malloch Smith, that grim-bearded Methodist, came
to the front yard and found his visiting nephew being rapidly prepared
by Master Minafer to serve as a principal figure in a pageant of
massacre. It was with great physical difficulty that Mr. Smith
managed to give his nephew a chance to escape into the house, for
Georgie was hard and quick, and, in such matters, remarkably intense;
but the minister, after a grotesque tussle, got him separated from his
opponent, and shook him.
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