She was wet. We were playing in the branch and Caddy squatted down and got her dress wet and Versh said,
“Your mommer going to whip you for getting your dress wet.”
“She’s not going to do any such thing.” Caddy said.
“How do you know.” Quentin said.
“That’s all right how I know.” Caddy said. “How do you know.”
“She said she was.” Quentin said. “Besides, I’m older than you.”
“I’m seven years old.” Caddy said, “I guess I know.”
“I’m older than that.” Quentin said. “I go to school. Dont I, Versh.”
“I’m going to school next year.” Caddy said, “When it comes. Aint I, Versh.”
“You know she whip you when you get your dress wet.” Versh said.
“It’s not wet.” Caddy said. She stood up in the water and looked at her dress. “I’ll take it off.” she said. “Then it’ll dry.”
“I bet you wont.” Quentin said.
“I bet I will.” Caddy said.
“I bet you better not.” Quentin said.
Caddy came to Versh and me and turned her back.
“Unbutton it, Versh.” she said.
“Dont you do it, Versh.” Quentin said.
“Taint none of my dress.” Versh said.