Jezebel and the boy, Johnny, were called "The Twins" by their hillbilly neighbors and didn't go to school until they were nearly nine, which was when the county truant officer realized that the reclusive all-female household out on Route 66 had children in it.

The law was the law, they had to go to school. One morning they arrived at the edge of the big brick schoolhouse's playground, flinching at the passing cars, Jezebel in a faded but clean sunbonnet and flour sack dress and Johnny in patched overalls – barefoot and carrying tin lunch pails from a long gone age.

Surrounded by curious children, they huddled together until a teacher rescued them. But not before Jezebel flattened the County Commissioner's little girl for jeering at her brother's bare feet.