"
The child's sleepy eyes popped wide open at this astounding
command.
"Ain't this-here Wednesday?" he asked sharply.
"Yes; to-day is Wednesday. Hurry up or your water will get
cold."
"Well, me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln jest washed las' Sat'day. We
ain't got to wash no mo' till nex' Sat'day," he argued.
"Oh, yes," said his relative; "you must bathe every day."
"Me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln ain't never wash on a Wednesday
sence we's born," he protested indignantly.
Billy's idea of a bath was taken from the severe weekly scrubbing
which Aunt Cindy gave him with a hard washrag, and he felt that
he'd rather die at once than have to bathe every day.
He followed his aunt dolefully to the bath-room at the end of the
long back-porch of the old-fashioned, one-story house; but once
in the big white tub he was delighted.
In fact he stayed in it so long Miss Minerva had to knock on the
door and tell him to hurry up and get ready for breakfast.
"Say," he yelled out to her, "I likes this here; it's mos' as
fine as Johnny's Wash Hole where me and' Wilkes Booth Lincoln
goes in swimmin' ever sence we's born.
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