"Boys think they are so smart! They want to have all the good times
and see all the great shows, and go slidin' in winter time, when
girls have to stay in the house and knit, and then talk like they's
grown up, and we's little babies!"
Robert Day fixed his eyes on his aunt with superior compassion.
"Grandma Padgett wouldn't want me to scare you," he observed.
Corinne edged several inches closer to him. She felt that she must
know what her nephew had seen if she had to thread all the dark mazes
again and look at it by herself.
"Ma Padgett never 'lows me to act scared," she reminded him. "I
always have to go up to what I'm 'fraid of."
"You won't go up to this."
"Maybe I will. Tisn't so far back to that wagon."
"I wouldn't stir it up for considerable," said Robert.
"Was it a lion or a bear? Was it goin' to eat anything? Is that what
made the little child cry?"
"The little child hollered 'cause 'twas afraid of it. I was glad you
didn't look in at the end of the wagon with me."
Aunt Corinne edged some inches nearer her protector.
"How could you see what was in a dark wagon?"
"There was a candle lighted inside. Aunt Krin, there was a little
pretty girl in that wagon that I do believe the folks stole!"
This was like a story.
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