The Boy, getting ready to go out begging
"We go twick-tweat," The Boy said, walking from house to house. When the doors swung open, he often was too shy to get the words out. But he always managed to say thank you. My momma's heart is proud.
(And, unlike one rude little girl at our door, he never went rummaging through the candy dish on his own, without permission. What is wrong with people?)