"Come on, we'll sprinkle the street--and I don't want
nobody to get in our way neither."
"I wish Wilkes Booth Lincoln could see us," said Miss Minerva's
nephew.
A big, fat negress, with a bundle of clothes tied in a red table
cloth on her head, came waddling down the sidewalk.
Billy looked at Jimmy and giggled, Jimmy looked at Billy and
giggled; then, the latter took careful aim and a stream of water
hit the old woman squarely in the face.
"Who dat? What's yo' doin'?" she yelled, as she backed off.
"'I's a-gwine to tell yo' pappy, Jimmy Garner," as she recognized
one of the culprits. "Pint dat ar ho'e 'way f'om me, 'fo' I
make yo' ma spank yuh slabsided. I got to git home an' wash.
Drap it, I tell yuh!"
Two little girls rolling two doll buggies in which reposed two
enormous rag-babies were seen approaching.
"That's Lina Hamilton and Frances Black," said Jimmy, "they're
my chums."
Billy took a good look at them. "They's goin' to be my chums,
too," he said calmly.
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