"
"Yes; it is old Santa's birthday, too," argued Jimmy, "'cause
it's in the Bible and Miss Cecilia 'splained it to me and she
'bout the dandiest 'splainer they is."
"Which you-all like the best: God or Doctor Sanford or Santa
Claus?" asked Florence.
"I like God 'nother sight better 'n I do anybody," declared
Jimmy, "'cause He so forgivingsome. He's 'bout the forgivingest
person they is. Santa Claus can't let you go to Heaven nor
Doctor Sanford neither, nor our papas and mamas nor Miss Minerva.
Now wouldn't we be in a pretty fix if we had to 'pend on Doctor
Sanford or Santa Claus to forgive you every time you run off or
fall down and bust your breeches. Naw; gimme God evy time."
"I like Santa Claus the best," declared Frances, "'cause he
isn't f'rever getting in your way, and hasn't any castor oil
like Doctor Sanford, and you don't f'rever have to be telling
him you're sorry you did what you did, and he hasn't all time
got one eye on you either, like God, and got to follow you
'round.
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