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CHAPTER VIII
TELLERS OF TALES
The days flew rapidly by. Miss Minerva usually attempted to
train Billy all the morning, and by the midday dinner hour she
was so exhausted that she was glad to let him play in the front
yard during the afternoon.
Here he was often joined by the three children whose acquaintance
he had made the day after his arrival, and the quartette became
staunch friends and chums.
All four were sitting in the swing one warm spring day, under the
surveillance of Billy's aunt, sewing on the veranda.
"Let's tell tales," suggested Jimmy.
"All right," agreed Frances. "I'll tell the first. Once
there's--"
"Naw, you ain't neither," interrupted the little boy. "You all
time talking 'bout you going to tell the first tale. I'm going
to tell the first tale myself. One time they's--"
"No, you are not either," said Lina positively. "Frances is a
girl and she ought to be the first if she wants to.
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