Old Jinnie then turned 'round and spied little Tommy. He
put, and she put arter him. There wasn't nothin' else to do, so Tommy
took a high jump and landed in the pig-sty. Old Bill is kinder deef in
one ear, and he didn't notice much what wuz goin' on on that side of
him. He was runnin' the grindstone and puttin' a good sharp edge on his
butcher knife, when he happened to look up and seed old Jinnie comin'
head on. He dropped the knife and started for the house, thinkin' he'd
dodge in the front door. Over went the grindstone and old Jinnie, too,
but she wuz up on her feet ag'in quicker'n scat. She seemed to scent the
old man, for when she got to the front door she turned in and then
bolted right into the parlor. Old Bill heerd her comin', and he went
head fust through the open winder, and landed in the orchard. He got up
and run for a big apple-tree that stood out near the road, and never
stopped till he'd clumb nearly to the top. Little Lizzie gave a yell
like a catamount and ran behind the pianner, which was sot out a little
from the wall. Old Jinnie went bunt inter the planner and made a
sandwich of Lizzie, who wuz behind it.
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