Miss Cecilia say she like it though, an' we's engaged. We's
goin' to git married soon's I puts on long pants."
"How long you been here, Billy?" asked the other boy.
"Well, I don't know perxactly, but I been to Sunday-School four
times. I got engaged to Miss Cecilia that very firs' Sunday, but
she didn' know it tell I went over to her house the nex' day an'
tol' her 'bout it. She say she think my hair is so pretty."
"Pretty nothin'," sneered his rival. "She jus' stuffin' you
fuller 'n a tick with hot air. It just makes you look like a
girl. There's a young lady come to spend a week with my mama
not long ago and she put somepin' on her head to make it
right yeller. She left the bottle to our house and I know
where 't is. Maybe if you'd put some o' that on your head 't
would take the curl out."
"'Tain't nothin' a-goin' to do it no good," gloomily replied
Billy. "'Twould jest make it yeller 'n what 'tis now. Won't
I be a pretty sight when I puts on long pants with these here
yaller curls stuck on topper my head? I'd 'nuther sight ruther
be bal'headed.
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