She quit dancing, and commenced hunting ducks, for sure.

She held her skirts high, poked along the banks, jumped the creek and didn't always get clear across.

Her hair shook down, she lost a sidecomb, and she couldn't find half the ducks.
"You younguns pack right out of here," she said.

"Me and Sammy can get them better ourselves, and if we don't find all of them, we'll know where they are." "We haven't got any of your ducks," I said angrily, but Leon smiled his most angelic smile, and it seemed as if he were going to cry.
"Of course, if you want to accuse mother of stealing your ducks, you can," he said plaintively, "but I should think you'd be ashamed to do it, after all the trouble we took to catch them before they swam to the river, where you never would have found one of them.

Come on, Little Sister, let's go home." He started and I followed.