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day. Did anyone have some old rags?
Nobody did, and nobody wanted to make the trip back to Clovis’ house and get old rags. But Joy came up with a solution. She was wearing an oversized cast-off shirt her grandfather gave her, and it was getting warm in the Virginia sunshine.
She grabbed Earl’s pocket knife and cut a ragged swath off the tail of her shirt, which was already hanging out and trailing behind her. She cut the tail into marker-sized strips. “Here - use these!” Joy said, as she handed them to the surveyor.
The surveyor was happy to carry out that suggestion, and the survey continued. However, one shirt tail was not enough to finish marking the boundary. Two shirt tails were not enough.
Eventually the boundary was marked by parts from three different shirt tails; one red, one yellow, and one plaid, and when the party returned to the house, their ragged shirt tails (what remained of them) were hanging out in tatters.
“It’s a good thing this place isn’t larger,” muttered the surveyor. “We’d have had to start cutting up our pants.”
That autumn a touch of color remained among the bare trees and gray rocks after the brilliantly colored leaves faded and fell to the ground. A trail of red, yellow, and plaid strips were deary visible through the woods curving up the hill.
Joy, Earl, and Uncle Fred laughed as they looked over the colorful markers. “Guess what?” asked Uncle Fred. “We’re going to build our house in Shirt Tail Hollow!” And so they did.
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