Jimmy crawled over the fence and
joined him.
"Miss Cecilia's dyeing me some Easter eggs," he said, "all blue
and pink and green and yelluh and every kind they is; I tooken
her some of our hen's eggs and she is going to fix 'em for me and
they'll be just like rabbit's eggs; I reckon I'll have 'bout a
million. I'll give you one," he added generously.
"I want more 'n one," declared Billy, who was used to having the
lion's share of everything.
"You all time talking 'bout you want more 'n one egg," said
Jimmy. "You 'bout the stingiest Peter they is. Ain't you got no
eggs? Get Miss Minerva to give you some of hers and I'll take
'em over and ask Miss Cecilia to dye 'em for you 'cause you ain't
'quainted with her yet."
"Aunt Minerva ain't got none 'cep'in' what she put under a of hen
fer to set this mornin':"
"Can't you get 'em from under the old hen? Miss Minerva is such
a Christian woman, she ain't--"
"You done fool me 'bout that 'ligious business befo',"
interrupted Billy, "an' I got put to bed in the daytime.
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