Mrs. Jones came out to take care of the butter The sort of boy who would unsex himself by looking at a baby Jimmy heard Mrs. Jones tell his little sister Annie that morning that she was no longer the baby His father strutting around town ... bragging of the occurrence that filled the boy with shame He jumped for the slanting boards with his bare feet, and his heart was glad He sat on a log and slowly lifted up his foot, twisting his face into an agonized knot "Spit, spit, spy, tell me whur my chicken is, er I'll hit ye in the eye" "I'll pay for your chicken, I say. Now you keep away from me" An irregular circumference that touched his ears and his chin and his hair "Got anything here fit to eat?" "What'd you want to take Annie's doll away from her for?" She drew him down and kissed his cheek while he pecked at her lips Piggy Pennington ... galloped his father's fat delivery horse up and down the alley Mammoth Consolidated Shows Oil made by hanging a bottle of angle-worms in the sun to fry How many bags of carpet rags went to the ragman Brother Baker--a tiptoeing Nemesis Dressed-up children were flitting along the side streets, hurrying their seniors The Balloon-Vender wormed his way through the buzzing crowd, leaving his wares in a red and blue trail behind him The Blue Sash about the country girl's waist and the flag in her Beau's hat "One's a trick elephant. You'd die a-laughing if you saw him" "It's an awful good one. Can't he go just this once?" 8 Funny Clowns--count them 8 "Well, son, you're a daisy. They generally drop the first kick" The other wranglers ... dropped out for heavy repairs When Mr. Pennington's eyes fell on Bud, he leaned on a show-case and laughed till he shook all over "Miss Morgan, I just want you to look at my boy" "Now, Henry, don't ever have anything to do with that kind of trash again" "Here's a dollar I got for ridin' the trick mule ... I thought it would be nice for the missionary society" "Gee, we're going to have pie, ain't we" PROLOGUE