You got to
be mesmerized 'cause it's in the Bible."
A short, stout man, dressed in neat black clothes, was coming
toward them.
"Oh, that's the Major!" screamed Billy delightedly, taking the
hose and squaring himself to greet his friend of the train, but
Jimmy jerked it out of his hand, before either of them noticed
him turning about, as if for something forgotten.
"You ain't got the sense of a one-eyed tadpole, Billy," he said.
"That's Miss Minerva's beau. He's been loving her more 'n a
million years. My mama says he ain't never going to marry nobody
a tall 'thout he can get Miss Minerva, and Miss Minerva she just
turns up her nose at anything that wears pants. You better not
sprinkle him. He's been to the war and got his big toe shot off.
He kilt 'bout a million Injuns and Yankees and he's name' Major
'cause he's a Confed'rit vetrun. He went to the war when he
ain't but fourteen."
"Did he have on long pants?" asked Billy. "I call him Major
Minerva--"
"Gladys Maude's got the pennyskeeters," broke in Frances
importantly, fussing over her baby, "and I'm going to see Doctor
Sanford.
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