The Daring Twins: A Story for Young Folk

"Now you-all stop dat a-foolin‟ an‟ eat yo‟ brekfas‟ like sens‟ble chill‟ns," said Aunt Hyacinth, coming in with a plate of smoking cakes. "Ef yo‟ don‟, yo‟ done be late fo‟ school, shore ‟nuff."A ripple of laughter went around the group of five yo-ung Darings as a scramble was made for the cakes."I don‟t b‟lieve I‟ll go to school to-day, Auntie," said Sue, a demure little miss at the lower end of the table."Yes yo‟ will, honey," retorted the black mammy, in a voice she meant to be severe. "Yo‟ ‟s goin‟ to school, all of yo‟, an‟ I don‟t ‟tend yous‟ll be late, nuther.""I‟m not going, for one," declared Don, his mouth too full to speak properly."Get some more cakes; will you, Aunt Hy?" requested Becky, in a plaintive tone. "They snapped those up so qu-ick I couldn‟t harpoon a single one."