Don't you think she looks pale, Jimmy?"
"Pale, nothing!" sneered the little boy. "Girls got to all time
play their dolls are sick. Naw; I don't know nothing a tall
'bout your Gladys Maude."
Lina gazed up the street.
"That looks like Miss Minerva to me 'way up yonder," she
remarked. "I think we had better get away from here before she
sees us."
Two little girls rolling two doll buggies fairly flew down the
street and one little boy quickly climbed to the top of the
dividing fence. From this safe vantage point he shouted to
Billy, who was holding the nozzle of the hose out of which poured
a stream of water.
"You 'd better turn that water off 'cause Miss Minerva's going
to be madder 'n a green persimmon."
"I do' know how to," said Billy forlornly. "You turnt it on."
"Drop the hose and run to the hydrant and twist that little thing
at the top," screamed Jimmy. "You all time got to perpose
someping to get little boys in trouble anyway," he added
ungenerously.
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