P'rapsy Perrin was never quite certain about things. She always said "P'raps" instead of "Yes," or "No." That's how she came to be called P'rapsy.  
But there was one thing P'rapsy was certain about—she loved to go barefoot; and just as soon as the first warm spring day came, P'rapsy teased to take off her shoes and stockings.
 
But Mrs. Perrin only laughed. "You'll catch cold, P'rapsy. And you know what you have to take when you get sick."
 
P'rapsy thought of the big white bottle on the bathroom shelf, and stopped teasing. But she didn't forget.
 
That afternoon Mrs. Perrin went out to make some calls.
 
"Be a good girl, P'rapsy," she said as she left the house.
 
"Yessum," promised P'rapsy. But she must have added "P'raps" inside; for she ran straight to the back yard and called to the two little girls next door.
 
"Yoo-hoo!" she cried. "Come on over and go wading."
 
A pool of water had been left in the hollow of the yard by the heavy spring rains. "Dare you!" it seemed to twinkle up at P'rapsy.
 
"Oo-o-o, I dassent!" cried the biggest little girl, carefully smoothing down her stiff, clean dress.
 
"Oo-o-o, I dassent!" echoed the littlest little girl.
 
P'rapsy eyed them scornfully as she took off her shoes and stockings and splashed into the pool.
 
"'Fraid cats!" she jeered. "'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats!"
 
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