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"I do' know how to," said Billy forlornly. "You turnt it on." "Drop the hose and run to the hydrant and twist that little thing at the top," screamed Jimmy. "You all time got to perpose someping to get little boys in trouble anyway," he added ungenerously. "You perposed this yo'self," declared an indignant Billy. "You said Aunt Minerva's so 'ligious she wouldn't git mad."

"And I 'd jus' like to see a man inside of a whale a-setting under a morning-glory vine." "The whale vomicked him up," said Jimmy. "What sorter thing is a octopus like what y' all say is in Miss Pollie Bumpus's head?" asked Billy. "'Tain't a octopus, it's a polypus," explained Frances, "'cause she's named Miss Pollie. It's a someping that grows in your nose and has to be named what you's named.

"Now look what a mess Billy's done got us in; he all time got to perpose someping to get chillens in trouble and he all time got to let grown folks ketch em." "Aren't you ashamed to tell such a story, Jimmy Garner?" cried Frances. "Billy didn't propose any such thing. Come on, let's run," she suggested. "'Tain't no use to run," advised Jimmy. "They're too close and done already see us.

"You all time wanting somebody to call theirselfs someping. You're a low-down Isabella skunk yourself." "You got to say it," insisted the victor, renewing hostilities. "I'll say I'm a Isabella 'cause Isabella discovered America and's in the Bible," replied the tormented one; "Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me."

"I take her someping good to eat 'most every day. I took her two pieces of pie this morning; I ate up one piece on the way and she gimme the other piece when I got there. I jus' don't believe she could get 'long at all 'thout me to carry her the good things to eat that my mama sends her; I takes her pies all the time, she says they're the best smelling pies ever she smelt."

"That's a someping what you hatches chickens and babies in when they's delicate, and ain't got 'nough breath and ain't got they eyes open and ain't got no feathers on," explained Jimmy. "Reckon we can see 'em?" she asked. "See nothing!" sniffed the little boy. "Ever sence Billy let Mr.