Part 21 (1/2)
”Yas 'm,” was his prompt response, ”an' I don't want to be put to bed neither. The Major he wouldn't put little boys to bed day times.”
She blushed and eyed him thoughtfully. She was making slow progress with the child, she knew, yet she still felt it her stern duty to be very strict with him and, having laid down certain rules to rear him by, she wished to adhere to them.
”William,” she said after he had made a full confession, ”I won't punish you this time for I know that Jimmy led you into it but--”
”Naw'm, Jimmy didn't. Me an' him an' Frances an' Lina's all 'sponsible, but I promise you, Aunt Minerva, not to clam' no mo' ladders.”
CHAPTER XXI
PRETENDING REALITY
The chain-gang had been working in the street not far from Miss Minerva's house, and Lina, Frances, Billy and Jimmy had hung on her front fence for an hour, watching them with eager interest. The negroes were chained together in pairs, and guarded by two, big, burly white men.
”Let's us play chain-gang,” suggested Jimmy.
”Where we goin' to git a chain?” queried Billy; ”'t won't be no fun 'thout a lock an' chain.”
”I can get the lock and chain off 'm Sarah Jane's cabin.”
”Yo' mama don't 'low you to go to her cabin,” said Billy.
”My mama don't care if I just borra a lock and chain; so I 'm going to get it.”
”I'm going to be the perlice of the gang,” said Frances.
”Perlice nothing. You all time talking 'bout you going to be the perlice,” scoffed Jimmy. ”I'm going to be the perlice myself.”
”No, you are not,” interposed Lina, firmly. ”Billy and I are the tallest and we are going to be the guards, and you and Frances must be the prisoners.”
”Well, I ain't going to play 'thout I can be the boss of the n.i.g.g.e.rs.
It's Sarah Jane's chain and she's my mama's cook, and I'm going to be what I please.”
”I'll tell you what do,” was Billy's suggestion, ”we'll take it turn about; me an' Lina'll firs' be the perlice an' y' all be the chain-gang, an' then we'll be the n.i.g.g.e.rs an' y' all be the bosses.”
This arrangement was satisfactory, so the younger boy climbed the fence and soon returned with a short chain and padlock.
Billy chained Jimmy and Frances together by two round, fat ankles and put the key to the lock in his pocket.
”We must decide what crimes they have committed,” said Lina.
”Frances done got 'rested fer shootin' c.r.a.ps an' Jimmy done got 'rested fer 'sturbin' public wors.h.i.+p,” said the other boss.
”Naw, I ain't neither,” objected the male member of the chain-gang, ”I done cut my woman with a razor 'cause I see her racking down the street like a proud c.o.o.n with another gent, like what Sarah Jane's brother telled me he done at the picnic.”
The children played happily together for half an hour, Billy and Lina commanding, and the prisoners, entering thoroughly into the spirit of the game, according prompt obedience to their bosses. At last the captives wearied of their role and clamored for an exchange of parts.