"
"Then it's boun' to be a apple," was Jimmy's next guess;
"that ain't no flesh and blood and it's good to eat."
"An apple can't run alone," she triumphantly answered. "Give
it up? Well, it was an egg and it hatched to a chicken. Now,
Florence, you ask one."
"S'pose a man was locked up in a house," she asked, "how'd
he get out?"
"Clam' outer a winder," guessed Billy.
"'Twa'n't no winder to the house," she declared.
"Crawled out th'oo the chim'ly, like Santa Claus," was Billy's
next guess.
"'Twa'n't no chim'ly to it. Give it up? Give it up?" the little
girl laughed gleefully. "Well, he just broke out with
measles."
"It is Billy's time," said Lina, who seemed to be mistress of
ceremonies.
"Tabernicle learnt this here one at school; 'see, if y' all
can guess it: `Tabby had four kittens but Stillshee didn't
have none 't all"'
"I don't see no sense a tall in that," argued Jimmy, "'thout
some bad little boys drownded 'em."
"Tabby was a cat," explained the other boy, "and she had four
kittens; and Stillshee was a little girl, and she didn't have
no kittens 't all.
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