Chapter 5
Lisa ran up on the porch, careful not to step on the small beagle that lay sleeping in front of the door. She balled up her small fist and banged three times on the wooden door.
“Well, hi’dy Lisa,” Mrs. Jones said as she opened the door, “and how was Santa Claus to you?”
“Oh, Miz Jones, he was great. I got marbles and a Betsie-Wetsie Doll, and comic books, and a Gene Autry gun and holster, and oh yeah, he also got me some clothes and stuff like that. Momma said to give you these oranges, and to say Merry Christmas. Is Skeeter here?”
About that time, Skeeter, hearing Lisa’s voice, had come running through the house and stuck his skinny head and neck under his mom’s arm.
“Hi Litha,” he said with a lisp.
He had lost his two front baby teeth a little prematurely two months
