"How did you git in? What you can git into you can git out of."
"I could never have got in if I had not been so frightened. I got in by myself to keep the old sheep from butting me in. You promised to help me out if I told you why you couldn't be Mr. Philip Bolling's brother."
"You ain't—I mean you haven't—given a single good reason."
"Well, Mr. Philip Bolling's brother wouldn't say 'git' for 'get.' In fact, Mr. Philip Bolling is an elegant gentleman."
"Humph!" The hoy caught hold of the side of the house and shook it viciously.
"And Mr. Philip Bolling's finger nails are clean and well kept and his manners are kind and gentle, and—"
"Well, ain't—aren't you gonter git—get—out of this to-day? Here I am waiting to help you," the boy retorted sullenly. He held out his hands.
"Put your toe in a crack and kinder climb a little and I can pull you out," he suggested.
Rebecca got out with surprising ease.
"I am very much obliged to you, Jo. I believe now you might be Mr. Philip Bolling's brother, after all. I am trying to go call on Aunt Pearly Gates. Could you come a little
