I believe she's a
steer anyway."
"Shucks," said the country boy, contemptuously, "You do' know a
steer when you see one; you can't milk no steer."
CHAPTER V
TURNING ON THE HOSE
"Look! Ain't that a snake?" shrieked Billy, pointing to what
looked to him like a big snake coiled in the yard.
"Snake, nothing!" sneered his companion, "that's a hose. You all
time got to call a hose a snake. Come on, let's sprinkle," and
Jimmy sprang out of the swing, jerked up the hose, and dragged it
to the hydrant. "My mama don't never 'low me to sprinkle with
her hose, but Miss Minerva she's so good I don' reckon she'll care,"
he cried mendaciously.
Billy followed, watched his companion screw the hose to the
faucet, and turn the water on. There was a hissing, gurgling
sound and a stream of water shot out, much to the rapture of the
astonished Billy.
"Won't Aunt Minerva care?" he asked, anxiously. "Is she a real
'ligious 'oman?"
"She is the Christianest woman they is," announced the other
child.
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