BOUL?T AND BOULOTTE.
When Boul?t and Boulotte, the little piny-wood twins, had reached
the dignified age of twelve, it was decided in family council that the
time had come for them to put their little naked feet into shoes. They
were two brown-skinned, black-eyed 'Cadian roly-polies, who lived
with father and mother and a troop of brothers and sisters halfway
up the hill, in a neat log cabin that had a substantial mud chimney at
one end. They could well afford shoes now, for they had saved many
a picayune through their industry of selling wild grapes, blackberries,
and "socoes" to ladies in the village who "put up" such things.
Boul?t and Boulotte were to buy the shoes themselves, and they
selected a Saturday afternoon for the important transaction, for that
is the great shopping time in Natchitoches Parish. So upon a bright
Saturday afternoon Boul?t and Boulotte, hand in hand, with their
quarters, their dimes, and their picayunes tied carefully in a Sunday
handkerchief, descended the hill, and disappeared from the gaze of
the eager group that had assembled to see them go.
Long before it was time for their return, this same small band, with
ten year old Seraphine at their head, holding a tiny Seraphin in her
arms, had stationed themselves in a row before the cabin at a convenient
point from which to make quick and careful observation.
Even before the two could be caught sight of, their chattering voices
were heard down by the spring, where they had doubtless stopped to
drink. The voices grew more and more audible. Then, through the branches
of the young pines, Boulotte's blue sun-bonnet appeared, and Boul?t's straw
hat. Finally the twins, hand in hand, stepped into the clearing in full view.
Consternation seized the band.
"You bof crazy donc, Boul?t an' Boulotte," screamed Seraphine. "You go
buy shoes, an' come home barefeet like you was go!"
Boul?t flushed crimson. He silently hung his head, and looked sheepishly
down at his bare feet, then at the fine stout brogans that he carried in
his hand. He had not thought of it.
Boulotte also carried shoes, but of the glossiest, with the highest of heels
and brightest of buttons. But she was not one to be disconcerted or to
look sheepish; far from it.
"You 'spec' Boul?t an' me we got money fur was'e - us?" she retorted,
with withering condescension. "You think we go buy shoes fur ruin it in
de dus'? Comment!"
And they all walked into the house crestfallen; all but Boulotte, who was
mistress of the situation, and Seraphin, who did not care one way or the
(from "Bayou Folk")