S'posing He was one of these wants-his-own-way kind o'
mans, He could make Hi'self the troublesomest person ever was,
and little boys couldn't do nothing a tall. I sure think a heap
of God. He ain't never give me the worst of it yet."
"I wonder what He looks like," mused Billy.
"I s'pec' He just looks like the three-headed giant in Jack the
Giant-Killer," explained Jimmy, "'cause He's got three heads and
one body. His heads are name' Papa, Son, and Holy Ghost, and His
body is just name' plain God. Miss Cecilia 'splained it all to
me and she is 'bout the splendidest 'splainer they is. She's my
Sunday-School teacher."
"She's goin' to be my Sunday-School teacher, too," said Billy
serenely.
"Yours nothing; you all time want my Sunday-School teacher."
"Jimmee!" called a voice from the interior of the house in the
next yard.
"Somebody's a-callin' you," said Billy.
"That ain't nobody but mama," explained Jimmy composedly.
"Jimmee-ee!" called the voice.
"Don't make no noise," warned that little boy, "maybe she'll give
up toreckly.
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